I found this photo weeks ago and was saving it for todays' post. It reminds me of the dining room table my husband's mother used to set for holidays. She might even have had pink glasses.
I am reminded of the Easter Holidays as a child. We drew wax designs on the eggs. They were already hard boiled. And we used the little color kits and my dad made wire egg holders so we could dip our eggs in the cups holding the dye. He and my mother made more intricate designs. And then my father would hold the eggs over the gas flame on one burner to melt the wax and we would all be wonderstruck by the beauty of the layered designs and colors. Then we would eat potato pancakes and homemade applesauce.
But the time we were living in the house I am remembering- I was 9 and older. So, I was the designated potato pancake fryer. And didn't get to do much egg decorating. Already firmly in my household helper role. Rather than one of the children. The much favored Boys. I got to do all the dishes also while my brothers got to watch television. An Easter movie or Disney.
So...part of the Easter memories are good and part are not. Before that house--in the early days when we lived with my father's parents.- there were Easter Basket hunts. Gifts. A lovely Easter dinner on the good china upstairs where my grandparents lived. And Easter bread. Braided, buttery and decorated.
I missed all that when we moved away. My grandmother must have missed all of us very very much.
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