Easter is a very special holy day in all Christian religions, and it’s also a great fun day.
After they arrived Easter Sunday, the grandkids watched their bunny bags full of goodies arrayed on the table, but not one of them asked for theirs until after dinner. I can’t say the same for their parents who began raiding the giant community basket as soon as they entered the door. Of course, the grandkids had theirs reserved while their parents’ basket is first come, first served.
Right after we cleaned up the dinner dishes, the fathers were dispatched to hide the Easter eggs in the backyard. Actually they just rolled them across the grass.
When I entered the yard ahead of the grandkids, the guys pointed out an egg and suggested I should open it. I could tell by looking at them that I wanted no part of it, so I kept on going.
A few seconds later, I overheard a whispered, “Who got the egg with the toad in it?”
“She did,” was the pointed reply from another Dad who was old enough to know better.
I looked to see who “she” was and saw one of my innocent little granddaughters fearlessly swinging her sack full of eggs in circles. I caught her and suggested she open the pink and purple plastic egg outside. I also warned her there might be a creature, living or dead, in it.
The toad was able to limp away, and I’m certain he put a mark on our fence posts so toads will never hop into our yard again. Next year I’ll put the teenagers in charge of egg hiding.
Each of the grandkids got a bunny bank to put their coins from the egg hunt in, and then they began to work on a good pound of chocolate and assorted other junk their parents wouldn’t even consider buying for them.
Three-year-old Scotty was fascinated by a candy wrist watch made of heart Sweet-Tart beads. He watched the older kids chomp on theirs and tried to emulate them, but couldn’t make a dent. Finally he held the slobbery mess up to his mom with the universal plea, “Help me!”
She took it very gingerly and said, “Eeeuw, do you really want to eat this?”
His plaintive reply was, “Oh, yes! It’s candy.”
When we finally went for a walk there were only six grandchildren left to go along. The older ones wanted to walk to Tecumseh Trail across the Martha Benkert Bridge, so we did.
At the end of the trail we sat on the observation deck and I told them about Anthony Wayne and Fort GreeneVille. Then we swapped a few really scary stories until it was time to walk back home.
As we crossed the bridge 4-year-old Laura stopped and looked down at the muddy water rushing under us, “Look Scott,” she ordered, “the water.”
Little Scott looked and solemnly replied, “Yeah, the water.”
“It’s awesome,” Laura averred.
“Yeah, awesome,” Scotty agreed.
“Amen!” I silently added. This truly was a day the Lord had made.
Author’s Note: This column was first published in the Greenville Daily Advocate April 15, 1998.
Kathleen Floyd is a volunteer citizen columnist, who serves The Daily Advocate readers weekly with her column Back Around the House II. She can be reached at email@example.com. Viewpoints expressed in the article are the work of the author. The Daily Advocate does not endorse these viewpoints or the independent activities of the author.
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