Egg Collection Memories

I was reminded that Easter is closer than I thought.  Daughter is working at the Chocolate Factory and they are making bunnies out of all kinds of chocolate and shipping to everywhere.

Here at my house--no bunnies of any kind.  Well, Riley has a bunny in his pile of toys. Bun Bun.

But I do have eggs.  Top left- Russian.  Middle left- German.  Lower left- Hungarian.   Top right- mine.  Inked in Germany.  Middle right- the library egg with dyes and wax.  Lower right- another German egg.  All purchased or made in their countries of origin.

When I lived in Germany, I volunteered to do many jobs for the American Women's Club.  I was even elected President to everyone's amazement (I wasn't one of the popular crowd).  But long before that, I was Chairwoman Of Activities.  Which covered a great deal of territory. In order to have some fun and raise a bit of cash for different underfunded activities, I organized a monthly raffle of sorts (with donated prizes) at our monthly luncheon.  One very popular raffle prize was two small  black baskets filled with tan packing fiber and three of the black, tan and white eggs I had drawn on and inked, nesting in the fiber.

The most amazing thing about the luncheon raffles (lunch was held at some VERY fine hotels) was that the wait staff asked to buy tickets.  And a few times they won prizes and were so thrilled it brought tears to my eyes.  I get emotional.  As I called out the winning ticket numbers - the holders then got to pick a prize from the table--any prize they wanted.  Anyway--the baskets of eggs were the first things to go.

It was nice to be reminded of those times so distant now.  And to give the eggs a nice wash and dry.