My boss asked me yesterday if I was getting ready for Easter. My answer was no, for a number of reasons. One of them is the fact that I’m no longer the one responsible for the egg hunt. That got me thinking. I’ve noticed that today kids get a way better deal than I did. The eggs are filled with chocolate and other candies. Some are even filled with money.

Easter egg hunting was a much tougher business back in my day. Many times we went to my aunt and uncle’s dairy farm to hunt with my cousins. The eggs were hidden in the wooded area by the house then all us kids were sent out to hunt them. Sounds kind of idyllic, doesn’t it?

Well, don’t get too caught up in nostalgia cause this was my family, not some TV one. The eggs were not the cute plastic kind that come in bright neon colors. Nor were they filled with chocolate or money. They were eggs of the hard-boiled variety. My aunt never failed to dye the eggs the same colors as the spots they’d be hidden in. This tactic made keeping an accurate count of how many eggs had been sequestered in the woods a very important component of the day.

Being sent out to hunt knowing there were two or three eggs that had never been uncovered from the previous year is not a good feeling. These little time bombs were out there, lying in wait for the unlucky kid who stumbled on them. Or who were lured by a snickering older sibling to their location.

If we managed to escape the egg bombs, we still faced the daunting task of consuming an enormous amount of boiled eggs over the next few days. I often smile to myself when I hear kids complain about how hard things are these days. Little do they know we threw ourselves on the bombs so they could have it easy.

Pass the chocolate bunny ears, please.

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  1. Cute post, Deb. We only had boiled eggs, too, but we never hunted for them because my sisters were too old to care. So also got a chocolate bunny and a few peeps. But that was it. By the time my kids were egg-hunting age, their cousins were getting toys in their Easter baskets and it was very expensive to keep up. One year I was out of time (and money) and really stressed about it, so my husband said he’d take care of it. Which he did, by telling them there was no Easter bunny! They were about 8 or 9, so on the cusp but I still wonder if it didn’t permanently scar them! Or maybe it was the time he let them watch the mini-series IT while I was at work. They were about the same age then. LOL


  2. Because my brother and I “helped” dye eggs, we knew what colors to look for, so my mother rarely hid individual eggs but used baskets. Which included, yes, chocolate. Hell would be raised if one of my eggs was placed in my sibling’s basket! The smell of vinegar or the sight of egg dye kits will sometimes bring back those halcyon days…


  3. I don’t remember any Easter hunts as a kid. I don’t think we had any… I’m wondering why not. We did everything else – halloween, christmas, and we had to wear green on St. Patricks day.
    In fact when my own children were small I had to get a book out from the library to find out what happened on an Easter egg hunt. From there my husband and I made our own Easter traditions that suited us.


  4. What a fun, nostalgic look at Easter eggs and hunts. We had hard boiled eggs. Now how can a child dye plastic! That messy project was part of the fun. I did that for my children and g/children. The eggs were often hidden inside the house, especially when the kids were little. When I was young, we also got a chocolate bunny and a few other candies. (I hated Peeps).


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