Easter Sunday. Jesus rises, ruth inhabits apartment. For the past*counting on fingers* six years, I have hosted an Easter dinner for friends. This year, everyone had families to visit, so tim and i spent it at home playing wii, making kaga and egg salad sandwiches, and after 9 p.m., exercising (that would be a ruth thing, not a ruth and tim thing).
It was a wonderful day, and it truly felt like a vacation. No one to call, nothing to do, and no one to report to. No guilt! A vacation from guilt is the only true vacation. The day was also greatly improved by something simple: a bag of robbins egg malted milk ball candies.
When we were kids, the meberg parents would hide our easter baskets in the kitchen, and then they would unleash us on the living and dining room of our farm house to race for robbin eggs and jelly beans, or possibly something wrapped in foil (CADBERRY CREAM EGGS) "hiding" on ledges a couple inches above the floor, around the gothic wooden pump organ, window sills, the greens in the plant window, and on the piano. our mother also sewed my sister and i many easter dresses, but when i try to recall them, i can only remember a specific peach number she made for my older sister. but i was privledged enough to wear it a couple years afterward.
anyway, those robbin egg candies were on the rack by the cash register this morning when i schlupped out to grab milk, and it really brought easter home.
mmmm. i miss my family.
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I miss the egg hunts. :(
I remember one Easter some cousins were over (Olsens or Misches), and we were entertaining ourselves by doing easter egg hunts with the dyed eggs.
We didn't keep track of how many of them we were hiding though.
A long time later, mom found one in that blue/green/prismatic bowl that was on top of the stereo cabinet. It was at least 6 months later, maybe a year.
I relived those same memories for Aaron as we were dying eggs Sat after dinner. Maybe some day he'll be liberal enough for a candy egg hunt!
BTW, Ruth, we had MATCHING dresses that year. One was pink and the other peach (I forget which was whose) and you DID wear mine a couple years later, so you actually got to wear TWO of them!
They were stunning. Drop waist with a lace yolk-type collar...you'll have to find a photo to do justice.
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