[pooh]

Tomorrow is Easter Sunday. Today I bought carnations as a reminder of Easters gone by. When my sister, brother and I were young, Dad would buy my sister and me, a carnation corsage. Mom got one of orchids, my brother got extra Easter candy. It was always wonderful to awaken on Easter Sunday to the delightful scent of those flowers. We'd pin the corsage on our new Easter outfit and head off to church. After Mass, the flowers were put in the fridge to help keep them fresh, but honestly, I don't remember wearing them after church...

I'm sure many have memories of candy, egg hunts, new Easter outfits, but it's those flowers Dad got for us that is the best Easter memory I have.

What do you recall with fondness?

[jebartle]

What a sweet memory to share!...Mine, on the other hand, is a good giggle!

We lived on one of the many canals on the Winter Park, Fla. chain of lakes, so our folks gave us a pair of easter ducks one year..Gregory and Gertrude..good fun watching them grow until my younger sister announced to the neighborhood with a scream that Gregory was DROWNING Gertrude!...

[Uptown Girl]

Mom always bought me an easter bonnet (gosh, I'm old!)
However, in the 50's in Chicago, it wasn't unusual to have a blizzard around Easter.
It was a challenge to cram myself into my snowsuit with my straw bonnet on my head, but I DID it! I wanted God to enjoy my new Easter hat during mass, even though it was a bedraggled mess by then!

[jblum315]

I loved the Easter Eggs with a window and a little diorama inside

[pooh]

Originally Posted by jebartle

What a sweet memory to share!...Mine, on the other hand, is a good giggle!

We lived on one of the many canals on the Winter Park, Fla. chain of lakes, so our folks gave us a pair of easter ducks one year..Gregory and Gertrude..good fun watching them grow until my younger sister announced to the neighborhood with a scream that Gregory was DROWNING Gertrude!...

That's more than a giggle, it's really funny. Thank you so much for sharing such a fun memory. Ah, spring, when a young duck's fancy turns to love.... LOLOL!

[pooh]

Originally Posted by Uptown Girl

Mom always bought me an easter bonnet (gosh, I'm old!)
However, in the 50's in Chicago, it wasn't unusual to have a blizzard around Easter.
It was a challenge to cram myself into my snowsuit with my straw bonnet on my head, but I DID it! I wanted God to enjoy my new Easter hat during mass, even though it was a bedraggled mess by then!

Ah, what would Easter be without an Easter bonnet...even in a blizzard. I'm sure you were absolutely fabulous in your snowsuit and straw hat.... (It was a pain not to have nice weather on Easter morning, wasn't it.... )

[pooh]

Originally Posted by jblum315

I loved the Easter Eggs with a window and a little diorama inside

I remember those eggs...they were so pretty you didn't want to eat them! I haven't seen one of those eggs in a long time...maybe they're still around, I just haven't been looking. I was a Peeps fan myself...

[DandyGirl]

We always had a new spring dress, white shoes, ruffled socks and white gloves. Traditional picture on the front porch in our finery and holding our Easter baskets.

[pooh]

Originally Posted by DandyGirl

We always had a new spring dress, white shoes, ruffled socks and white gloves. Traditional picture on the front porch in our finery and holding our Easter baskets.

That sounds familiar... I'll have to look through my old pictures....I'm sure there are a few with my sister and me wearing gloves...and when we were older, the gloves weren't always white....I remember a burgundy colored pair....ah, I loved those gloves.

[VillagesFlorida]

My favorite Easter memory involves my brother, Ernie, who has been gone for several years, but never forgotten. He suffered from epilepsy long before there were any drugs that might help him. A brain injury left him mentally challenged and he was removed from public schools around the age of 13. My father built a barn and filled it with chickens, giving my brother a "job" that would help him occupy his days.

With Easter Sunday fast approaching, my father "hatched" a plan that would make THIS particular Easter one that my brother would never forget. Long before Ernie awoke that Sunday my father sneaked into the barn, removed the eggs from beneath the chickens and painted them with Easter messages. One read, "Happy Easter, Ernie". Another, "From the Easter Bunny", and so on.

Sitting around the breakfast table it wasn't long before the back door opened and we heard my brother squealing with delight. "Look! Look what I found! The Easter Bunny must have stopped by the barn. Look what I found when I went to collect the eggs!" His eyes were as wide as saucers and the words spilled out of his mouth like water cascading from a bucket. This child, who had endured so much in his short life on this earth, felt truly special that day. I felt so honored to receive this "gift" from my brother, to see Easter through his eyes and through his excitement.

Who needs chocolate bunnies and marshmallow peeps when we can look into our past and find memories like these?

[pooh]

Originally Posted by VillagesFlorida

My favorite Easter memory involves my brother, Ernie, who has been gone for several years, but never forgotten. He suffered from epilepsy long before there were any drugs that might help him. A brain injury left him mentally challenged and he was removed from public schools around the age of 13. My father built a barn and filled it with chickens, giving my brother a "job" that would help him occupy his days.

With Easter Sunday fast approaching, my father "hatched" a plan that would make THIS particular Easter one that my brother would never forget. Long before Ernie awoke that Sunday my father sneaked into the barn, removed the eggs from beneath the chickens and painted them with Easter messages. One read, "Happy Easter, Ernie". Another, "From the Easter Bunny", and so on.

Sitting around the breakfast table it wasn't long before the back door opened and we heard my brother squealing with delight. "Look! Look what I found! The Easter Bunny must have stopped by the barn. Look what I found when I went to collect the eggs!" His eyes were as wide as saucers and the words spilled out of his mouth like water cascading from a bucket. This child, who had endured so much in his short life on this earth, felt truly special that day. I felt so honored to receive this "gift" from my brother, to see Easter through his eyes and through his excitement.

Who needs chocolate bunnies and marshmallow peeps when we can look into our past and find memories like these?

And what a WONDERFUL memory, thank you so much for telling us your special Easter remembrance. The joy your brother felt was equaled by the joy your Father felt, I have no doubt.

[jblum315]

My sister and I were once given little ducklings (not chicks) for Easter. They were identical, couldn't tell them apart. Played with them, put them in a shallow pool of water. One of them promptly died, whereupon my sister said Oh I'm sorry your duck died.

[pooh]

Originally Posted by jblum315

My sister and I were once given little ducklings (not chicks) for Easter. They were identical, couldn't tell them apart. Played with them, put them in a shallow pool of water. One of them promptly died, whereupon my sister said Oh I'm sorry your duck died.

Sisters can be like that sometimes ...lol... but what would we do without them.

[Uptown Girl]

Thanks for offering this thread today pooh, reading the responses made my Easter just a bit more special! Blessings to all!