Pictured above, Aunt Carol with leucite handbag, sister Judy, Mother (Pregnant with sister Abigail), sister Mariellen, Me, Grandmother, and standing at attention sister Martha Gertrude
Easter Hats and Egg Hunts
As Easter approaches I find myself reminiscing about days gone by, holidays I tried to duplicate for my kids and grand-kids that only slightly mirrored mine.
In Florida, the smell of spring and Easter that signaled renewal by a burst of color on Long Island is missing, but memories of blooming Dogwood trees linger. The Weeping Willows wore yellow-green buds to announce the occasion.
We woke to Easter Baskets filled with love made by our grandmother. Hollow chocolate eggs squiggled with confectionet sugar peeked out of cellophane surrounded by squishy marshmallow chicks called Peeps and jump ropes, jacks, pink Spaulding balls, and socks trimmed with lace, for the girls and for the boys; army men, matchbox cars, baseball cards, and cool shades.

My grandmother also baked trays of cookies, some made to look like an Easter baskets, by adding a handle, shredded coconut, and jelly beans. She used cookie cutters for Bunnies with chocolate ears, and cherry jelly linzer cookies, egg white cookies laced with walnuts and her famous chocolate chips cookies.
We usually had new dresses and shiny black patent leather shoes, bought by Aunt Carol at Macy’s Herald Square. The shoes fit perfectly because Aunt Carol would trace our feet on card board, cut the pattern out and bring it with her to the store where she and a shoe salesman determined the correct size.

Aunt Carol always carried a pretty handbag and a tasteful hat, similar to these:

After opening our baskets my mother dressed us in order of our behavior, and told to, “Sit on the couch, and don’t move, or else!” And we didn’t.
Drew, the youngest at the time, was dressed, after my mother dressed, and held by the hand until he was in the car and Mass over.
The Easter Bunny hid real hard-boiled eggs dyed the day before and shortly after company arrived on Easter Sunday, a whistle was blown, and we ran, desperate to find THE GOLDEN EGG, a chocolate egg wrapped in gold foil. Little did we know my brother Victor searched ahead of us, yes cheated, while I prayed to find the Golden Egg . . . . just this once. The prize was one dollar.
Although Easter was about baskets and dyed eggs, it was really about hats. as seen in the above picture and I remember shopping at Montgomery Ward’s, the day before Easter in a panic then thrilled, to find the hat I am wearing, an exact match to my homemade celery green coat. My sister, Judy, was ecstatic with hers, the red band makes the outfit pop, and sister Mariellen’s perfect in classic white.
Don’t we look marvelous?
Now if I only had that hat.
. . . . just saying
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Always great to see another blog from you. I too have (somewhere, buried) pictures of me and my sisters, standing in a row, wearing the brand-new capes that my mom had sewn for us for Easter. Ah the good old days! My grandchildren are “too old” for the Easter baskets this year. (They are 13 and 15, this is their self-declared end of the tradition.)
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Yes, Chris the end of the Easter Basket, but their memories will carry on. We had Easter Brunch instead of Easter Dinner and I found myself explain what a Blue Law was . . . Claudia
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You still look gorgeous, just in sun hats! Great memories!! ❤️
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