Tales of Baskets & Bunnies
Besides Christmas, Easter morning was the greatest day to wake up. You weren’t looking for a stocking, but searching for your Easter basket. Our baskets were hidden somewhere. One Easter, I just about wore out the soles of my “footie” pajamas looking for my treasure. My brother found his and had half the candy eaten. Meanwhile, I still hadn’t found mine. When I started to cry, I was given a big hint – “Go down to the cellar.” I did. I found my basket. Where? In the washing machine (that darn bunny).
– Sister Barbara Ann Webster
When our children were tiny, we went to great lengths to create magical holidays for them. Before we went to bed on Easter Eve, my husband would use flour to create bunny pawprints on the dining room rug so it would look like the Easter Bunny had crept in through a side window. When my aging father-in-law was staying with us over Easter in 1999, he saw the pawprints when he got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Concerned that our dog had made the mess, he scrubbed the flour off the carpet and went back to bed. Just as our oldest son – age 3 at the time – made his way down the stairs to search for his basket the next morning, we discovered that the pawprints had disappeared! My husband rushed down in front of our son, hurriedly reapplied the pawprints and, just in the nick of time, preserved the Easter magic. My father-in-law passed later that year, and our children are now grown, but we revisit that Easter fondly each year.
– Nicole Buchlmayer (Associate)
