Now that I've solved my disappearing comments problem (thank you, Mama Pea), I thought I would have some fun at the expense of Easter traditions. I will share the short but heart-breaking story of a little girl's Easter tradition that went very, very wrong.
This adorable tot, at the tender age of 8ish (you see, now that she's a middle-aged woman, her memory is spongy, along with her thighs) looked forward to her family's Easter traditions. There was the new Easter dress - that year, a yellow and white Swiss dot confection, with little white gloves, lace-trimmed white anklets, black patent leather Mary Janes, and a fetching little hat. She got to go to church with her family - two sisters, clad in equally splendid attire, beautiful mother who also wore gloves and a Jackie Kennedy hat, handsome father who closely resembled David Niven, in his Sunday suit and bright striped tie. The church was filled with flowers and everyone was in their very best clothes. It was wonderful!
Piling out of the Dodge (with tail fins), she and her sisters raced into the house, flinging finery in every direction. For, you see, this little girl's favorite attire had NOTHING to do with dresses, gloves, shiny shoes or socks. She went right into her cowgirl pearl snapped shirt, with matching jeans! Now, there was glamor!!! She was ready for the big event. The presentation of the Easter basket and the big Easter Egg Hunt! Her mother, who had spent considerable time, money and effort in making this a special Easter basket, held it out for the little girl. Her mother's eyes were glowing with love and pride.
Then the little girl saw the duck. It was a real duckling. A real dead duckling, carefully preserved with wired legs, wings and feet. The little girl burst into tears, dropped her basket, and could not be consoled for the rest of the day.
So, what was your most memorable Easter holiday - good or bad?