
I have written before of my childhood memories of Easter. It is a joyous celebration for me to recall. Our family lived on Long island so the flowers were really blooming as it is warmer there than here where I live now. Crocuses and Scilla (?), snowdrops and forsythia, as well as many showy flowery trees were beginning to appear all over the place and at my grandparents where we went to have lunch it was magical. Unlike Christmas, where there was at least one child sick, tucked in on the sofa watching all the activity from the sidelines and feeling rotten, by Easter the air was washed clean and the world had been reborn there on Long Island.
The coolest part when I was young (and I personally stretched this part out for years) was our fantastic Easter baskets. Somehow I always got things I didn't know I wanted in my Easter basket, but I did want them after I got them. Our baskets were used year after year (stored away carefully in the basement between Easters), and had fake flowers and lots of colored silk ribbons and new decorations like little puffy birds and new ivy winding up and even more and newer fake flowers winding up the handles every year, and new Easter grass with tons of jelly beans (which my mother liked herself) hiding in the grass, and plastic eggs with jelly beans and toys in them, and larger, German paper eggs with larger toys in them, chocolate bunnies and chocolate eggs, some plain and some fancily decorated and a few pretty good toys. One year my basket actually got pushed into my room on a red skateboard as I was sleeping! I used that board for years but was better at sitting on it to go down fairly steep roads near my house than using it the regular way. The skateboards at that time (that was the sixties) were pretty primitive. They were like a board with a roller skate. I know they HAVE to be different than that now!!! I think one of my kids used my board for a while as a kid on our driveway and it is here in the garage. Gah!
I had a personal relationship with the Easter bunny. You would had had one too if you had a great Easter basket like I got. The Easter bunny and I were "like this".
One year I decided it was payback time, and that I should thank the Easter bunny for being so nice to me. I went to my mother and asked her for some rope or some sort of odd thing I found in the bottom of her junk drawer in the kitchen which struck me as the correct thing for a gift. I then got my best picture frame, which was a petite, folding, travelling frame with a black and white picture of my mother and our poodle in one slot, a picture of a gorilla in another slot (I had cut that out from some magazine), and a drawing I had done in pencil in one slot and one slot was empty. I asked my mother to write a letter as I couldn't write at the time. This was what I asked her to write:
Dear Easter Bunny:
Thank you for all the nice presents you have given to me over the years.
Yours Very Truly,
Jeannie
I left this next to my bed the night before Easter that year.
When I woke up, my Easter basket was there as usual, just a glorious as ever, but better than that was this. There, next to the basket was a letter for me from the Easter bunny. It said:
Dear Jeannie:
Thank you for the presents. I will take the rope. You may keep the picture frame! I want you to have it!
love,
The Easter Bunny
That was the best Easter by far because I actually got a letter from the Easter bunny. He left my frame too, next to the basket. I unfolded it and put it back on the shelf in my room I had gotten it from.
The cool thing about kids is they never attempt to destroy the magic by puzzling over things. I didn't go and check my mother's drawer in the kitchen to see if the rope or whatever I had asked her for was back in there. It never occurred to me.
It took me years to realize who the Easter bunny was. And then years more to remember that story I just told you.
I wonder if that year was the year I also had the perfect Easter hat. Yes, we got one of those every year, for spring. To go to New York City in, with our matching coats and gloves from the glove drawer. We NEVER wore patent leather shoes on these forays. We wore brown lace up oxfords and short white cotton socks. We were brought up that way. hahaha!
My best Easter hat basically looked like I had simply taken that wild Easter basket I had and stuck it on my head and wore it around. I liked to overdo everything!
Happy Easter to you all!
jean!
Labels: childhood memories, In your Easter bonnet, life in the fifties