Easters Past


Wishing you all a happy Easter with your loved ones for those of you who celebrate it! 

Now Easter has always been a huge deal in my family. It’s my father’s favorite holiday, and some of my most vivid childhood memories are of Easter Sunday. I wanted to share some traditions I remember from being a child, as I don’t really celebrate as much anymore.

Every year the holiday would start the night before. My family is Roman Catholic, so we would attend a lengthy candlelight vigil mass the night before. This ceremony was a few hours long and always had beautiful music and a neat ceremony to be a part of.

The next morning my siblings and I would wake up to the most elaborate hunt for our Easter baskets. My parents would stay up late placing clues around the house and planning the scavenger hunt out. To put this in perspective, my parents planned this for at least 5+ children, depending on the year.

So we would wake up and receive our first clue, and then we would search together. The youngest children would get their baskets first, and as the oldest, I would get mine last. Some years they were pretty crafty with their riddles and it would take forever to find the baskets.

Once these were all found, we usually had family over and my mom cooked an elaborate, beautiful meal that we would all share together to end the night.


This is what Easter is to me – basking in the bliss of my incredible family and revering in the new life of springtime.

Cameron and I don’t really celebrate Easter in the same way-unless we are with family. I’m perfectly content with this, as we do usually make an effort to see family on this day and come out of our ‘bubble.’

To me, Easter is still a beautiful example of life renewed, and a day of quiet and love.

I’ll leave you to your celebrations with a quote from one of my favorite writers –

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”

Ernest Hemingway


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