One of the really fun times in my childhood came at Easter. Long descended from pagan times of antiquity to celebrate the passing of the hard times of Winter into a refreshing warmth of Spring Christians adopted the rite and called it Easter. The blooming of Easter Lilies and the egg as a symbol of new life has become tradition.
It was the tradition of our family to dye several dozen fresh eggs, easy to come by as mom kept a farm flock of chickens. Easter morning we kids awoke excited because our parents (the Easter bunny?) had hidden those eggs all over the farm yard. We kept track of the number found and often came up short. One of dad's clever hiding places was inside the seed box on the lister. When those were found several weeks later they had become a tad stale and were only good for throwing.
Easter Sunday always meant church, actually a weekly occurrence at our house. Easter church was always crowded and a special celebration in remembrance of Christ arising from the tomb and ascending to heaven to sit at the right hand of God the Father Almighty. Years later I've tickled at the people who only attend at Christmas and Easter complaining that church goers only sing two songs "Silent Night" and "Up From the Grave He Arose."
Back home from church our mom prepared an Easter feast centered on a large ham, salads, mashed potatoes, corn and real gravy. Homemade pie for desert even though we children's appetites were a mite dulled from consuming many of our newly found hard cooked colored eggs. Wonderful memories.
Married with children, Grannie and I continued our childhood Easter celebrations. Supervising our children on the night we colored eggs was sometimes a challenge with spilled dye and typical kid's messes but that too makes for fond recollection. As they grew older our children learned to mix the dyes to make additional colors to what came from the package. Then too they learned to make designs with Crayola's which added to the fun. With the last eggs they would mix all the dyes together to come up with an unappetizing black.
Grannie found that on Cape Cod, Massachusetts, where the preference was for brown eggs in the grocery store and she had to buy white eggs early to get the dozen or so we needed. Somehow brown eggs just don't dye satisfactorily.
Our family tradition was to hide the eggs after the children went to bed. One year while living in Ohio we had taken in a 4-year-old boy for a couple of months while his mom was hospitalized in Texas. His dad too was away. Easter morning came and Bret was really excited to hunt eggs with our children who were a few years older. It was so much fun that he insisted on hiding his eyes while our children hid that eggs again and again and again. They about wore those eggs out--cracked and broken some weren't even fit to eat. A new tradition was born. Fun memories.
Living in Northern Michigan it was necessary to hide all the eggs inside the house as usually there was still about three feet of snow covering the yard that early in Spring.
Now we have no children at home and the grands are too far away to participate. I guess this old sentimental old guy will just have to go buy a dozen white eggs and some dye pellets to keep the tradition alive. Suppose Grannie will hide them for me?
For sure we will join Norris Avenue Chapel's sunrise service on the north lakeshore of Trenton Lake. Then to a crowded Easter church service before the cousin's family feast. I sure hope ham is on the menu.
There is another tradition celebrated last week that doesn't make this old pundit so happy. Right there on the front page of the Gazette was a photo op of ground breaking for the new Clary Addition. Looking closely I could not find the face of a single local contractor. Seems to be the tradition in McCook that for any major construction the powers that be insist on using outside contractors. Seems odd that we collect sales tax locally but don't allow our local building firms to participate.
Evidently the MEDC, robust from receiving lots of sales tax revenue, is going to manage the new Clary Village. It will be a new venture for them. Good luck. Yet the McCook Housing Authority is experienced and staffed to manage just that kind of property and have done it well for years is left out in the cold.
Where is the loyalty?
That is the way I saw it.