When I was a kid, Easter was a fun time. My aunt, uncle and two cousins would come to visit us. The highlight of the weekend was the Easter egg hunt. Saturday my mother and my aunt would wrap jelly beans and various other candies in aluminum foil along with money in the form of coins. They would make over 150 of these eggs for us five kids to find. Sunday morning my mom and aunt would take us to church, and my father and uncle would hide the foil eggs.
When we got home, we would change our clothes, get a grocery bag and be ready to find some eggs. We were focused more on the money than the candy. The more eggs you found, the more money you had. What a motivator! It was ready …set…go! The five of us were off nearly mowing one another down to find those eggs.
Once we could not find any more eggs, we would sit down and count how many eggs we found. My mom would compare it with her total. There were almost always a few not found. My dad and uncle had some great hiding places! We would all go back out and start looking again. My dad and uncle would look along with us, and when they found something, they gave hints about where the eggs were hidden.
Once the eggs were all accounted for, we would sit and un-wrap the foil from every one of those candies and would count the change. We pocketed the money and put the candy in our Easter baskets. There were prizes for everyone who participated in the hunt, but the winners got special acknowledgment.
Then we would all sit down and have a turkey and ham dinner with all the fixings. After grace was said, we would tear through the food much the same as we tore around looking for those eggs. Dinner was topped off with homemade cookies and cakes for dessert. Then after a brief rest, it was time for my aunt, uncle and cousins to return home.
Holidays are times for fellowship with friends and family and for building memories. I cherish my own childhood Easter memories and tried to reproduce them with my own children. Holidays are also a time for traditions… both handing down old ones and making new ones. Traditions are important. Each generation hands down traditions to the next. It is a common thread that keeps the generations connected. It is also what makes a gathering of family and friends special. I hope my sharing recalled some fun memories of your own. Have a blessed and glorious Easter weekend.
A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” John 13:34-35