Sundays have always been the day we go to church from as far back as I can remember. We went to Sunday school and morning service, came home for lunch and then went back for evening service. That was our Sundays. For Easter, Mother’s Day, Homecoming Sunday, Father’s Day, and Christmas we always had new outfits to wear.
When I was young my dad didn’t go with us. He stopped going after my brother was born. We are not sure exactly why, but he didn’t go back until I was a senior in High school. Quite a long time. But back to my original point, since he didn’t go he’d hide our Easter eggs while we were at church services so as soon as we got home, had our pictures taken at my grandparents, changed our clothes, we could begin hunting the first round of eggs. Me and my brother would hunt eggs all afternoon if someone would hide them for us. Then when my aunt had her kids that meant even more eggs to hide and hunt. But we loved it.
I loved it. I will confess that I still went to egg hunts in my twenties. We had an older division at the church where I grew up for those of us who wanted to hunt. And there were people much older than me participating. I think my last recollection of hunting eggs was with my cousin Jen, her husband John, and her brother Brad. Jen is seven years younger than me and she got married two years before I did. I believe she had been married only four months at this point, but we had fun. And isn’t that what egg hunts are all about? Having a good time.
I hope you had a glorious Easter!
Leanne Tyler 