Easter Chicks and Bunnies

I grew up on a farm just outside of Fort Gay, WV in a hallow named Mill Creek.  Easter was a special time.  A time of new dresses, coloring eggs with my mom and brother and a Sunday morning trip to church, Old Pleasant Missionary Baptist Church to be exact. 

The Easter Bunny would always come to the door and leave our huge Easter Baskets on the front porch.  We would be alerted of his arrival with a swift knock, after which he would retreat as quick as the wind before we could catch a glimpse at him.  We always had tons of candy, marshmallow peeps, chocolate bunnies and a few toys.  All of this would be stuffed high in the basket laying on plastic grass which my mom always swore she hated because it got everywhere.  Perhaps she should have discussed this with the bunny because without fail, year after year, the plastic grass would be there.  In fact, my nephew still gets the plastic grass and my mom, his mamaw, still says “I hate that grass, it gets everywhere”.  Still she has not had an intervention with the Easter Bunny after 32 years of grass, but I digress. 

Our baskets would always be wrapped in some sort of pretty plastic wrapping and tied with a bow.   We would survey the contents, remove our goodies and head off to church with our empty baskets with grass in tow.  My mom would have at least two dozen eggs which we had colored all colors of the rainbow which she would take to church.  After Sunday School and Church we would hunt Easter Eggs with the other kids.  There weren’t many of us so we all did fairly well.  We would then either go home and hunt more eggs and have Easter Dinner or we would go to my Mamaw’s for dinner. 

Every Easter I think about things that a lot of people probably don’t think about.  I remember when I was little, many times I would get a live bunny or chick or duckling for Easter to raise.  I remember one time getting a set of ducklings and them jumping into the creek and floating away.  I was aghast.  My present was floating away!  My dad said they would be back, and of course they did come back.  I’m sure I probably ate one or two of my Easter  chickens.  I don’t know and I’m not asking.  Some things are better left untold.  I never had any luck with bunnies.  I don’t know why, but those are the toughest animals to raise.  So delicate.  You many not believe it, but they will even come to you after they get to know you, just like a dog or cat, except they hop not walk, but that is a minor detail.

With all of the goings on at Easter, you may wonder if we really remembered or honored the reason behind Easter.  Well, the answer to that is an overwhelming “YES”.  We remembered Good Friday and we knew that we were celebrating Jesus’ sacrifice for us.  We knew that Easter was the anniversary of Jesus rising from the grave.  Even as young children, we knew exactly why we celebrated Easter and it had nothing to do with the Easter Bunny.

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