Bunnies, Colored Eggs And…Beans?

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.

Frühlingsstimmen (Voices of Spring) Waltz – Strauss

2 thoughts on “Bunnies, Colored Eggs And…Beans?

  1. I remember Daddy’s fondness for slathering peanut butter on sandwiches, I even tried one…..bologna with peanut butter (which I actually developed a liking for; although now I prefer peanut butter and American cheese) and the time I saw him pile cold soup beans on bread and top it off with peanut butter. Mother had her favorites that I remember. On Saturday nights she would have a 5th Ave candy bar and a cola while watching Lawrence Welk. I remember a frequent snack she would fix would be saltine crackers crushed and eaten in a bowl with milk….plain, no sugar. She also was a terrific cook and made loads of delicious dishes for the family. Her pies were the best I’ve ever had, along with her fried chicken, biscuits, gravy, roasts….I could go on and on.

    On Saturday nights we would be reading the used comics we had gotten from a second hand store that Daddy would take us to for reading material. He would pick out some paperbacks for himself and you and I would get to pick a roll of used comics with no covers that were tied up with a string for 10 cents. It was always a surprise to open up and see what comics we had picked. My favorites were Little Dot, Little Audrey, Little Lotta and Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy.


  2. Dad’s sandwich ingenuity was endless. And I had forgotten Mother having the crackers and milk, but that does sound familiar now.

    And I recall the used book place well — the old guy who ran it was named Barcus. You could also pick out individual used comics so you’d know what you were getting — but they cost more. You could also trade in your own comics, two for one.


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