The Book Of Me: Prompt 34 --Easter Memories
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This week's prompt is - Easter Memories
What does Easter Mean to you?
A religious event?
The first main break (in the UK) since Christmas and New Year
A more general Spring/Autumn event
Where ever you are, and however you celebrate (or not) Easter, have a great four day break and spend time doing the things you love with the people you love!
Easter means candy! I know that's terrible that that's the first thing I think of but it is honest. All my childhood memories revolve around the anticipation of getting that oh so glorious Easter basket filled with delicious treats. When I was a child, my mother would fill our baskets with colored eggs, jelly beans, chocolate eggs, and Peeps (yellow of course). If it was an especially good year, she would include some min-candy bars, like Hershey's or Nestle's Crunch.
When I was little, Easter also meant dressing up and going to church. I would need to go out and shop with my mother a couple of weeks in advance to ensure we could find a pair of black patent leather shoes that would fit my ever growing feet. God bless my mom. She would have to go from one end of Green Acres shopping mall in Valley Stream, LI to the other end. Usually, by the time we we approached the last of the shoe stores was when miraculously, the perfect pair of shoes appeared. Then, I would need an Easter hat. My maternal grandmother was old school and you had to have a hat for Easter Sunday. No excuses. The dress was usually the easiest part to find but getting that too could be a production. I am making a mental note to tell my mother thank you again for all she did for me and my brother when it came to getting ready for special occasions.
Oh my goodness, I almost forgot about the chocolate Easter bunny. Our baskets wouldn't be complete without a large chocolate bunny nestled cozily inside. My brother and I weren't allowed to eat the whole bunny at once. We had to be satisfied with eating a piece each day so it usually took a week before a whole bunny would be gone.
Here are a few Easter flashbacks.
Me and my brother