Easter Hunts with Grandmother

There is something about growing up that starts to change things for many people. As a child I used to be much more interested in different activities and traditions for holidays I no longer feel quite as close to as an adult, perhaps in part because I used to spend holidays like Easter with my grandmother. Both preparations and participation were very important to her and she passed these traits onto me in time, but it feels different without her now.

The biggest holidays for us were always Halloween, Christmas, and Easter, the latter of which we always worked together on. We did almost everything together once I turned six, everything from painting the eggs, getting an Easter basket together for my brother, getting my Easter outfit for the day ready, even making Easter breakfast and dinner with her. The only things we did not do together were putting my own basket together and hiding the eggs for a lunch hunt.

I loved the Easter egg hunt that year the most. I was able to hunt for them on my own, prove to her that I could remember the eggs we have colored together and could find them. She always hid them in the best places outside. Of course there were some near out in the open for me to find right off the bat, but many were much more strategically hidden. There were some in the normal hiding spots, in bushes and under leaves and in the window flower boxes. But then there were many hidden up in trees, inside of the cars in the backseat, under our porch stairs, in our dog’s house, inside of the birdhouses and even partially buried under the legs of tables and chairs. I always loved figuring out that I had to push over tables and dig out the fake eggs filled with candy coins, or even real ones sometimes.

It was the first time I was able to do that completely on my own, and I loved every moment of it. True, I was utterly filthy from digging in the dirt but my grandmother didn’t care. She was just happy that I had as much fun as I did and that we would be able to do it again for years to come.

I loved spending time with my family on Easter, having fun and participating in our little family events together. It is one of the things I miss the most about my childhood. Maybe one day I will have the chance to share these experiences with one of my children or grandchildren.


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