Dad and the Easter Eggs

Mother did not enjoy the holidays in a normal fashion. She thought Easter meant she could count on Abby and me being gone from home for an extra long church service and she could enjoy her own Easter treats of cigarettes and wine. Made for quite an Easter basket.

Easter eggs

Now our Dad could not have been more delighted by Easter traditions. He loved dying Easter eggs with us and hiding them for our delight as we searched high and low to find them. He turned it into something magical and Abby and I have kept this tradition going with our own children.

Whatever holiday Mother tried to ruin, Dad would do his best to make it memorable. He taught us at a young age to laugh off some of the insanity and to stick together always.

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