The Easter Egg Tradition
My Great Aunt Erna was my Grandmother’s sister. Along with my Great Aunt Ola, my grandfather’s sister, she joined our family for holidays and other special occasions.
She began an Easter tradition my brother, our four cousins, and I greatly appreciated. She always purchased a large, chocolate, cream-filled Easter egg for us at a very exclusive candy store. Because we knew they were expensive, we were satisfied with one.
The cream was rich, bright white, and lasted in my mouth a long time. Each year I eagerly anticipated receiving my egg and biting into it. I’ve never tasted anything quite like it. I can almost taste it today and I haven’t had one in maybe 50 years!
Each chocolate egg came in its own white box, tied shut with pastel-colored fancy ribbon. The egg was nestled in plastic grass and cotton. Why do I remember such details?
Perhaps it’s the power of tradition. This is a reason many of us worked hard to continue some traditions yesterday. Lost tradition is a reason to grieve.
Perhaps it’s the power of exclusivity. We only got one once a year. I hope you’ll reserve some things for special occasions so you and your children really appreciate them.
Perhaps it’s the power of shared experiences. We each got our egg at our grandparents’ house and oohed-and –aahed over them together. That added to our joy. I hope you’re planning on doing something with others this Easter.
Perhaps it’s the power of association. Easter is powerfully important. Even though I didn’t fully understand all of this until after my childhood and teen years, I still knew there was a significance to the day that couldn’t be denied. As strange as it may seem, it was the whole day that made the egg good.
I hope you truly know the significance of Easter. If you have questions about it, please ask.