As holidays go, Easter is pretty much like most of them, in the sense that it had its beginnings in religion but has gradually become a lot of different things for a lot of different people. And no matter what their beliefs, I think most folks would agree that the holiday has always been closely identified with the advent of Spring and a feeling of renewal.
But even though there are a lot of diverse opinions and feelings about holidays and what they mean, this blog is all about memories (and music). So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to do what I usually do — indulge in reminiscence. I’ll leave the deeper discussions to more appropriate forums.
My early memories of the holiday begin with thinking about how we became aware that Easter was approaching. It wasn’t because we watched the calendar – kids didn’t do that – but because of a couple of other things.
First, the weather was getting consistently nicer, with more and more sunny (but cool) days appearing. Second, our mothers were airing out our best clothes to see what we’d outgrown or worn out — usually the former. That was followed by trips to the department store as needed, and new stuff began to show up left and right.
All of this alerted us to the fact that Easter was approaching, and we began to eagerly anticipate it. We knew that we’d get dressed up in our best on Sunday morning, go to church and sit through Sunday school, maybe even learning a little. But we were kids. Our thoughts were on what came later — for the young among us it was the Easter Bunny, but for all of us it meant finding Easter eggs and eating lots of candy.
Finding the eggs was fun, even if we sometimes stepped on a few and squashed them as we hurried around the yard, but we actually didn’t like to eat them that much. The candy was what we were after, and never mind the dental bills. I think that most of our colored eggs either found their way into deviled eggs or possibly were sliced into a sandwich by my Dad.
My Dad could make a sandwich from anything — his favorite was cold mashed potatoes layered with beans, and I’ll use that to awkwardly segue into a closing thought. Years ago, there was a brand of canned beans that had an advertising theme built around the term “Simple Pleasures”.
And that’s what my memories of those days are.