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Directions:The festivities started the night before. Mama would pin curl our hair. That means she would take a small section, twist it around then take a bobby pin and pin it close to you head, If you were lucky this is all you would get. On some UNLUCKY occasions she decided that my straight hair needed a permanent. (There are pictures somewhere of when this would occur.) I will never forget the pain, the humiliation of curly hair. Of course the next morning started with the rush around the house to get dressed in brand new outfits. Typically this included bows, hats, white patent leather shoes and some real frilly dresses. Of course Gina and I dressed alike. Needless to say I was not the frilly type. After we were dressed then mama would begin her ritual, nothing to wear (she never bought herself an outfit) and no panty hose. At our house it just was not Sunday unless mama didn't have any hose to wear. After church it was off to mas where every other person who has ever been related to the Anders family came after lunch. I would sit in the loft and just watch the people come. I didn't know where they all came from. Of course everybody brought boiled eggs for the egg hunt. That was the whole reason for coming. Because there were so many children and this was my home territory only my group got to play in the loft. The frilly girls had to play somewhere else and if they got to close some stray corn or eggs or just anything might come accidently falling out of the loft on top of their heads. But that is another long story…. The best part of the day was the egg hunt. All of the families would pool the eggs into several big dish pans and a group of folks would walk down the road to the tobacco barns to hide them. All of us children had to stay back at the house until they were finished. We would hide out around the back corner of the house spying, trying to see where they were hiding the eggs. They would be in the tress, under boards, stuck down into grassy patches. Just anywhere you could or could not imagine them. Once they were done all of us would gather in the front yard and someone would say GO. We would run down the road dragging baskets as fast as we could. It was nothing to go down and find 20 eggs. We could never find them all. Man it was fun. After the hunt everyone would come back to the house to eat eggs, drink lemonade and fellowship. Those were some happy Easters! |
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