Amy Lu's View

(Author’s corrections/additions: Since I published this yesterday, I found a Pass Easter Egg Dyeing Kit in our basement, proof that I’ve had intentions of celebrating Easter in the last 20 years. Also, my sister said she and my mom DID used to hide Easter eggs for us. As my sister recalls, our dad would usually find a rogue egg months later and eat it. This does ring a bell, maybe I repressed it because it grossed me out).

Easter hasn’t been on my radar for years. I’m just not that personally into traditional Easter religion or food. One of the few/only Easters I have a significant memory of as an adult is the year Chad and I went to brunch at Stanley’s, and my heel got caught in my barstool (I know, sounds like a cliche) and I almost did a header into the lap of an old man. Time stood still as our eyes locked as I fell toward him, managing to right myself at the last moment.

I don’t remember my family being all that into Easter, either, at least not into Easter egg hunts (I hope my sister corrects me if I’m wrong). I think an Easter egg hunt was too much like a game or a sport for us to have time for it.

We did like to dye eggs, though, and I do remember even doing that as a young adult. I’m definitely in the “use crayons to decorate eggs before you dye them” camp.

I got curious about if there was any archaelogical evidence of Easters of my youth, so did some excavating in my family memorabilia upstairs. (Plus, I was desperate for blog material). I have these treasures to offer (see photos below). You’re welcome (now I have to figure out how to cram all the photo albums back in their storage space).

The lovely ladies dyeing eggs with me are my sister Jenn and sister-in-law Chris.

I may be guilty of not giving Easter it’s proper holiday due, but this year, it seems especially important to stop and recognize a holiday that celebrates hope and renewal. And spring. Yeah, we definitely need spring. So Happy Easter/Passover/Ostara/Vernal Equinox/Spring!

And with StanLee’s ears, he could definitely fill-in for the Easter Bunny (he’d also really like to “hug” a bunny).