One of the only Easter-related childhood memories that I have is at Grandma Cella’s house. After we decked her Easter tree with little pastel ornaments, Mason, a few cousins and I sat at the newspaper covered kitchen table and dyed Easter eggs. We used those little wire holders in attempt to keep our hands clean. We were using her mugs with a globe design on the outside surface. I think that she “sent away” for them and they’re my favorites, because they’re also our graham cracker dunking cups. We were sharing just a couple dozen eggs, because I think the store was out. We were eating jelly beans. We were eating Gram’s homemade Oreo cookies. Cousin Whitney filled an ice cream cone up with leftover frosting and jelly beans and ate it. I thought that was gross. Eventually, we were down to one egg, so we mixed every color and made the ugly brown, “goose egg.” In my Easter basket that year, I got a big beautiful plush rabbit and a new Barbie.
Another Easter memory that I have is at Aunt Sue and Uncle Dale’s house. Two big round white cakes were baked and once they had cooled, cousin Drew was allowed to use a butter knife to cut one of the cakes into a bow tie and two rabbit ears. It was amazing to see the rabbit take shape before my very eyes. I happily helped to frost and decorate the cake with white icing and jelly beans. I watched in horror as Drew sprinkled shredded white coconut onto the frosting to be rabbit fur and shredded green coconut onto the surrounding pan to be grass. Ick!