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The Great Easter Egg Hunt
Easter back in the 60âs and 70âs was just as colorful as today, most of us received the Hollow egg with our name on it blue for a boy and pink for a girl, that our mother stood in line to have personalized at Woolworthâs on Water street. A few pez, and some small eggs scattered about. Mom and dad would hide them and it was fun indeed.
I, like many girlâs my age, generally got a skipping rope, Jacks and ball, those types of things. One year I recall getting a hoola hoop, and the most expensive year of all was the year of the footsie, you put a ring on your ankle attached to a string with a bell shaped yellow attachment at the end. Then you preceded to walk and jump about as the footsie circled around and round, under the opposite foot while you jumped over the moving rope/string.
Those where fun times and I so enjoyed the Spring of the year when all kids where allowed out at school for recess, we jumped rope, and if was your rope you didnâtâ have to take the end, and if it wasnât your rope, youâd call 1st and 2nd , which was the order you lined up to skip. Two people held an end of the rope each and turned it as the children jumped in for their turn. When the first person stuck out and tripped in the rope or missed it coming around, one of the girlsâ on either side of the rope yelled, âFIRST AND OUTâ, meaning that person took the end of your rope and you got in line to jump to such rhymes as Elvis Presley how about a date Iâll meet you at the corner half past eight, I can do the wiggle waggle I can do the twist I can haul my dress right up to my hips, how many inches can it go, then the rope turners would increase the speed, and youâd jump as fast as you could while they counted to see how many you could reach.
There was also another rhymeâ¦ someoneâs in the kitchen chewing bubble gum in comes (the personâs name whoâs next in line jumps in and you jump out) Tina and asks for some, no you dirty Rachel no you dirty bum youâre not getting none of my bubble gum.
One particular Easter I got up early (Dennis and Diane where a little older than I, so they partook in hiding my eggs) now one could imagine the places two siblings would choose to hide an egg. It of course was Sunday and we were travelling to the Goulds to my grandparents Hannaford for a cooked dinner, (this was momâs parents). A few other family members where attending as well, cousins from Bay Bulls area. I was in a rush for I loved our visits to mom and Dad (in the Goulds) as I fondly called them, not nan and pop, sometimes weâd receive a scatter nickel or dime, and we were allowed to cross Forest Pond Road to go to Mary Aggieâs store, where they sold Spruce Beer and we could get some candy or ice-cream, while dad fished along side the barn.
Knowing what awaited me in the Goulds I quickly lifted couch cushions, cups saucerâs etc. I did find a tiny little cup and saucer in our cupboard with coloured straw in tact and little tiny football eggs laid in the cup, yippee I said to myself, I found one.
Well as many of you know we did not get eggs on top of eggs in those days, and I had not found my big egg with my name DARLENE in pink icing lettered across the top, I looked and looked while Dennis and Diane chuckled. Time was ticking by and I said, âMom, make them tell meâ, after what seemed like forever Diane threw a hint, she said, âYouâll never find it in a million placesâ. Well I didnât get the hint but I did get the egg, because the dinner at my grandparents was to take place in less than an hour, so they both gave in and passed me the globe of the world, I opened it up and there was my chocolate egg, Diane said see, I told you, you wouldnâtâ find it in a million places, how inventive was she.