What’s your favorite Easter memory/tradition?
I don’t know why it has stuck with me but my favorite memory is finding my Easter basket in my grandma’s old fashioned oven one time when I was probably eight. Last year we all went in together and bought her a new stove and I got to keep her old one (still working). I hope to put it in my basement in a guest kitchenette someday.
Have a nice spring break and a blessed Easter Vacation.













I like everything about Easter. I have several happy memories from my childhood and love it as an adult – everything from going to church in the evening on Maundy Thursday to chocolate dessert after lunch on the big day.
A few years ago Wonderful Husband had to travel to his family in Portugal and I to mine in northern NY state for Easter – so we missed seeing each other. My only unhappy Easter.
This year we are both at home. Neither of our kids is able to join us, which makes it less than perfect, but it will still ge a good time.
May you have a blessed and joyous Easter.
I love the special feeling of the celebration at church during this season as well. Have fun with Wonderful Husband!
I love Easter! I love the Good Friday worship/communion service at our church and worship Easter morning. I Love dying eggs, always have. Now we get all the grandparents to come over and dye eggs with the kids and us Sat night before Easter. We also do an egg hunt in our neighborhood on Sat morning. This year we’ve been doing the resurrection eggs with the kids on the days leading up to Easter and I can tell already that is a new fav tradition!
Hope you have a wonderful Easter!
Dying eggs! I forgot about that one. I need to do that again. The resurrection eggs are fun.
I love Easter. My favorite memory is all the songs we would sing at church and feeling such joy!
Me too.
Mine from childhood was hunting eggs and baskets Easter morning on my grandmother’s farm in Montana. It was the only time, as a child, I ever hunted for Easter treasure outside.
Recently, my favorite memory is from Easter morning 2003 when the Easter Bunny left a trail of jelly beans all over the house and hearing my then 2 year old son eating his way through his room to his bedroom door [smack, smack, smack] where my husband and I were waiting with the video camera. [Smack, smack, smack...the sound of Easter morning!]
Also, the darling little suits and dresses my babies wore to church.