Your Favorite or Funny Easter Memories

[barkley]

i've got 2-

one was the year dd was around 21/2 and the school she attended went from infant up through highschool. the school did a big easter egg hunt and they broke up the kids into age groups with different hunting areas. well.....someone goofed and mixed up the plastic eggs so the ones intended for the toddlers ended up hidden on the area intended for the elementary kids, and the elementary eggs ended up in the toddler area. by the end of the event there were parents running after their hyped up toddlers who had opened their eggs and gobbled down all the chocolate kissess and m&m's while the elementary kids were rioting and pelting the volunteers with the cheerios, cheddar cheese goldfish and raisins they had found when they opened their eggs

second was the same year-it was unseasonably warm that easter. enough so we actualy had dd's kiddie pool up in the backyard. she's doing the easter egg hunt with the grandparents oohing and aahing as she's opening the plastic eggs to find mostly the kind of plastic jewlery kids get in bday party favor bags, dh and i head into the house for a minute only to hear howls of laughter coming from the backyard. we go back out to find that dd has stripped NEKID AS A JAYBIRD with the exception of bracelets on her wrists and ankles and is alternating between skinny dipping in the wading pool and continuing her easter egg hunting

to this day we tease dd about "nekkie egg hunting" and to her great embarrassment we have photos memorializing the event

 

[lecach]

Favorite for me was Easter Sunday, 2004. I was at my Mom's since DH was out of town for work. DH and I had been trying to get pregnant so I had packed some pregnancy tests since I knew Sunday was the first possible day to test. I woke up and did the test. I was in shock when I saw the two lines. Just as I was reading the test my Mom came in so I quickly hid it. I wanted to tell DH first. It killed me to keep it quiet. And I had to wait two days to tell DH.

 

[DisneyCowgirl]

Love the nekkie egg hunting! With the bracelets--those photos must be priceless!

One of my mom's favorite pics of me is Easter Sunday when I was 2-1/2, wearing a totally adorable blue dress she made me, holding a half-eaten chocolate bunny, with the most angry look on my face. She had just told me that I could NOT eat the other bunny until after lunch. Now that I'm 38 and have my own kids, I'll eat as many bunnies before lunch as I want!

 

[tazdev3225]

MY favorite memory was when I was about 17. My dad got two tickets to a Phila Flyers playoff game against Montreal on Easter Sunday. Dad took me instead of one of my brothers. We were right by the goalies net about 10 rows from the ice. I don't even know if they won the game I was just so happy to be there with my dad. We went to my aunt's after the game to eat and she actually saved us food. Not an easy thing to do when her 9 siblings and all of their extended families go there to eat. Some Easters she had over 60 people crammed in a tiny 2 bedroom rowhouse that was crowded with 10 people.

 

[MM27]

When I was 5 the Easter Bunny left me a huge stuffed bunny. The thing had to be at least 4 feet tall. It was propped up in a chair in our dining room. That morning, I was up first and I ran into the dining room, took one look, thought the bunny was THE EASTER BUNNY and bolted off to my parent's room. I cried and cried that I saw the Easter Bunny and kids weren't allowed to see him. I was afraid to go back out into the dining room. They never let me live that one down. Every Easter someone feels the need to retell the story.

 

[AmazingGrace]

Egg hunting, going to church and munching on bunny ears while watching the yearly showing of the Wizard of Oz.

 

[Alyssa88]

When I was like 8 or 9 I wanted roller blades BAD. My mom and dad made a scavenger hunt. They had all these riddles for me to solv to find out where the next clue was. First riddle was in the basket, my roller blades were in the dryer.

 

[figment52]

This goes back almost 50 years ago but we still laugh about it almost every Easter.

My brother was about 10 or 12, I am almost 3.5 years younger and my sister is 4 years younger than me and another sister 3 years younger still. Mom had hard boiled two dozen eggs and left my dad to supervise the egg coloring. Two dozen eggs get colored without incident and put back in the fridge.

Sunday morning comes and we do the egg hunt around the house, find them all, no incident. We put them in the fridge and head off to church.

My favorite uncle comes over after church and he is going to eat one of the colored eggs. We all loved Uncle Louie - he was the younger, single, brother of my mother, had a fun, pretty girl friend, and was just all around fun. He hit the egg against his forehead to crack the shell and, I know you saw this coming, raw egg was all over his face. There were 4 dozen eggs in the fridge - two dozen on one side, 2 dozen on the other side. Yup, you guessed it, Dad grabbed the wrong two dozen eggs for us kids to color. I don't think my father supervised egg coloring again for many, many years.

 

[cjb71870]

Love the thread, because I have an Easter memory that was and still is never forgotten. We, my brother and I, always woke up on Easter Sunday since I could remember. With our Easter basket, right outside our bedroom door when we woke up and opened our bedroom door. Well, I'll never forget the morning of Easter when I woke up, opened my bedroom door, and there was no Easter basket. And yes, I was in my early teens. But, I cried, and my parents felt so bad, they went out and bought me a basket. It wasn't the basket I was upset about, it was the tradition of every Easter morning it being outside our door. We still laugh about it. I mean I really cried!!!

 

[donaldbuzz&minnie]

Every Easter we would go to my grandparents' house. When we walked in the door my grandmother would always have new Easter dresses (and hats) displayed on the dining room table for my sisters and me. The thing that made it so special was that she made each dress, and sometimes even the hat. My all time favorite dress was the one that came one year with a short cape.

I'm teaching my grandaughter to sew now, in large part to honor my grandmother. As soon as she walks into my house, that's what she wants to do. In fact, when we checked into our rooms at Disneyworld on our last visit, she didn't beg to go to the parks - she asked if I'd brought my sewing stuff so we could sew!