I just got this cute, tiny book a couple of weekends ago...
and this little chenille chicken and chick is so adorable, see her cute little baby chick... I found her a couple of years ago.
I couldn't resist this foil covered egg. My husband was with me when I bought this gem. He thought I was crazy for paying $3.00... and after all, it's pink AND it looks just like one I got for Easter when I was in elementary school. It was coming home with ME!
When I was young, we of course died eggs. The smell of vinegar always makes me think of Easter egg dying! When my children were small, we only died a few eggs because nobody actually ate hard boiled eggs except for me... did that make me a "mean" mother? Not wanting to throw out a couple of dozen eggs? Because of my tyrannical attitude about wasting eggs, our Easter bunny hid the plastic version... usually with a few pennies or M&M's inside.
Growing up, my siblings and I didn't usually get Easter baskets, typically we got a hat, a cup, a little girl's "pocketbook"... something that could hold a few Easter candies and had some use afterwards. Once I had children, I thought
Growing up, my grandmother used to send me and all my many cousins, an Easter card with a one dollar bill inside. Every. Single. Year. One dollar for each grandchild, there are eighteen of us... and an uncle that married many times increased that number with step grandchildren to over twenty at times... to be honest, I lost count and contact with those cousins he brought into the family... but I'm sure my grandmother never did.
I was thinking of her recently, my grandma that is. It would have been her birthday on March 31st but she passed away in 1997. It did make me think of this old Children's Bible of mine, where I had kept one of those Easter cards from years ago... from my Grandma. My own little vintage piece of Easter, with my very own memories.
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