Easter Traditions

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All three of us
I always got a new pastel colored dress and bonnet for Easter. I already told you that though, didn't I?

Grandma and Grandpa picked us up for church on Easter Sunday. Grandpa liked to get there early enough to pray before his sermon.

I didn't much like the hard sugar-coated eggs the Easter Bunny brought. They looked pretty in my Easter basket though.

Our Sunday School teacher used a flannel board to tell us the Easter story. I liked the fluffy white cut-out lambs she stuck on the board.

Sometimes my OKC Grandma came to visit at Easter. Mama cleaned the house top to bottom before she got here.

Although Grandma was Church of Christ, she came to Easter services at our Pentecostal church. We served the same God.

A neighbor's cat ate our Easter chicks one year. Just the little pink and green feathers were left.

Grandpa would read from the Book of Luke on Easter Sunday. Sometimes he cried.

We always had a big Easter egg hunt after church. All the cousins would take turns hiding them again after we got to Grandma's house for dinner. Sometimes we re-hid those eggs for days.

Comments

  1. TexWisGirlApril 8, 2012 at 1:10 PM

    what a great collection of memories - all except for the neighbor cat eating the chicks... :)

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  2. ButtercupApril 8, 2012 at 2:28 PM

    The picture is terrific! Wishing you a bright and blessed Easter.

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  3. MichaeleApril 8, 2012 at 5:59 PM

    Such a cute photo.

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  4. lil red henApril 8, 2012 at 7:51 PM

    I was just thinking yesterday about how long we kept hiding those eggs. Even though they were cracked and smelly, we just kept on hiding them. No fancy plastic eggs or baskets,back in my childhood; we colored ours with crayolas

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  5. RoseApril 8, 2012 at 10:37 PM

    Such wonderful memories...

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  6. Judy April 9, 2012 at 4:47 PM

    Love those memories of Easter past. I too had a new pastel dress for Easter every year...even a little Easter bonnet one year. And Easter spent with cousins at Grandma and Grandpa's brings back good memories as well.

    Hope you had a wonderful Easter!

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