Easter GAW WINNER IS WOODROW F CALL!!

I'm in, but no Easter story. Passover, however, is the spring holiday of my tribe. It's my favorite Jewish holiday and is full of memories for me.

Being ten years old and allowed to have the requisite four cups of wine during the Seder and managing to stay awake to the end was an early one. The best, however, was at Rabbi Robbins's house in San José, California. A Seder, which is Hebrew for "order," and is so called because the dinner follows a specific order in the telling of the Israelites' exodus from Egypt, is in two halves which are divided by the meal itself. After the meal there is a bit of fun for the children. A half-square of matzah, the unleavened bread, which was hidden at beginning of the Seder by one of the adults, must be searched for by the kids. Now, this afikomen represents the dessert, which must be consumed by all present before the meal is permitted to end and the Seder can recommence. It's traditional that the kids hold the afikomen for a ransom, in the form of a small toy or a few crisp one-dollar-bills or candy. Unfortunately, the Robbins boys were a bit rowdy and as we argued what our demands would be for the return of the afikomen, we broke it in half. Someone suggested we throw ourselves on the mercy of Rabbi Robbins, another suggested we steal a whole piece and swap it for the broken one, but the wining scheme involved Elmer's glue. While not kosher for Passover, or kosher anytime, for that matter, we were pretty sure it was non-toxic and wouldn't be noticed. Rabbi Robbins noticed. When he held it up, he revealed the stands of white glue stretching between the two broken pieces. We kids looked at each other accusingly and at Rabbi Robbins sheepishly. He, of course, played the disappointed dad at the head of the Seder table and said our ransom would be subject to the outcome of a rabbinical ruling. The parents played along, debating the matter, eventually settling on the decision that no law or tradition required the afikomen be returned in one piece. After all, it was to be divided up and eaten right away, anyway. The glue, well, that was pretty gross, but not a deal breaker. So the younger kids got some chocolate, the older kids got exotic (to us) two-dollar bills, and the Seder was saved.

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I'm still a new dad, so my favorite memory right now is my son's first Easter egg hunt last year. And his look of genuine happiness when he got to eat some of the chocolate candy:):):) unfortunately I have to work this year, but my wife is under strict order to take lots of pics for me:D

Ryan
 
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I have a hard time picking a specific best Easter memory. I just always loved the egg hunts. My town used to have a big one where some of the eggs were worth money. It was a lot of fun to hunt eggs and end up with money :)
 
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I have some of the fondest childhood memories of coloring eggs, don't know why.

Easter morning was great for a kid with the basket of candy as well of course. I remember getting up and seeing the basket and having to wait till after mass to eat any because of fasting for communion.

.... then getting home and mainlining chocolate all day.
 
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Favorite Easter memory was waiting for Mom to get all the eggs hidden in Grandma's front yard and then us kids getting unleashed. After 20 or 30 minutes of searching us kids would be come uninterested in finding the remaining candy filled eggs and the grown ups would try and locate what remained. One year my Uncle found a rather faded egg but didn't think anything of it until he opened it up and there sat what remained of the candy from the prior years Easter.
 
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Growing up, my sisters and I would always get kites in our Easter baskets, so we would then travel to my Grandma's house to fly the kites out in their field. Lots of fun memories. Now I get to do the same thing with my kids.
 
I'm in, Thanks. one of my favorite Easter memories was about 1991 with my daughters looking for the plastic eggs filled with candy and their baskets in my apartment, I had them on weekends and they were and are my world. The good fortune for me was that I would re marry years later and we have a little girl to celebrate the holiday with doing the little kid's stuff again. :)
 
I'm in. My best memories are hiding eggs inside our house and letting our boys find them.....then my wife and I hours later trying to remember where that 1 lost egg is hidden.
 
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I remember "learning my lesson" one Easter by eating so much candy, that I was praying to the porcelain God for many many hours. I was about 10 years old, I believe. Never looked at those Cadbury eggs the same...
 
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My favourite Easter memory was the Easter I turned 4, being that my birthday is the 4th of April sometimes they overlap (like this year!) my mother and father were still together back then and they took me and my two younger brothers to some secluded scrub land near the ocean. My aunt and uncle and a bunch of their friends came too and brought their horses. So Easter Sunday morning we watched the sunrise off the top of a nearby hill having ridden up there on horseback. Then the wee kiddies (me included) had our Easter egg hunt, and my father took great joy in hiding the eggs so well not even he could find them! After all that I got presents and cake (which was probably a bad idea, seeing as I had loads of chocolate already)

Thanks for your generosity!
 
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My favorite Easters were when my daughters were young. I loved to watch their enjoyment while hunting for eggs and spending time with them. Now they're all grown and out of the house.
Thanks for the gaw.
 
I'm in! I always remember Easter as the end of lent and being able to eat what I want and finally do the things I had given up.
 
I'm in.Thanks for a chance and a trip down memory lane.

Favorite memory would be when I was 8 yo this was in my Easter basket.
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the Barlow.

Or I can remember going on Easter egg hunts and after it was over opening the eggs. Inside could be coins some had silver dollars, candy or little slips of paper that you went to the business that was named and got a prize. This was a very small town that hosted the hunt at a public park. Man that was 40+ years ago!

Now I have had the opportunity to do these things with my son and hope he remembers them as I did.

Dave
 
I'd like to play. Thanks for the chance, and for your generosity, Kyle! :thumbup::thumbup:
I really like singing the triumphal Easter songs at church on Easter morning.
Also, when I was a kid, I grew up on a dairy farm, so our meat was always beef from unproductive milking cows. But on Easter, at Grandpa and Grandma's house, we'd have chicken and ham (and rabbit one time :eek:), as well as mashed potatoes and gravy that we rarely had at home! Tasty memories! :D:D

- GT
 
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My best Easter memory was getting a beagle pup one year. The best hunting dog I ever had. One of the smartest most loyal dogs I've had. I used to camp in the woods not far from my house in winter time. Grizzly Adams style with the home made "lean to" hut. That dog would sleep there with me all night. Other dogs I had would ditch out and go home in the middle of the night. You just can't do better than a good dog.

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Rex
 
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We would always have an egg hunt where the kids under 10 or so would try and find the plastic eggs full of either candy or change. The kids over the limit would help the younger kids if they were having trouble finding them. I got paired up with my younger cousin and being the "dennis the menace" type of kid I was, I took the change out a couple of the eggs before she found them, and her expression was hilarious! My grandmas expression although was quite the opposite when she was complained to that there was nothing in some of the eggs that were found.
 
Nowadays, I go to Catholic Mass--my wife being Catholic. However, I grew up Greek Orthodox... Which is somewhat similar to Catholicism, but had a few most excellent differences--like lamb on a spit. The last time I was with my extended family, we happen to have two lambs on spits. We got started very early, the whole lambs began the slow roasting process, and bottles of wine were handed out. As the wine flowed, the old timers told stories of the old country and good times. As the meat cooked, knives came out and the first cuts were savored... Garlic and oregano, rich juicy meat...

OK, now I'm hungry... I'm in, by the way--thanks for the GAW!
 
I'm in thanks for the chance. I remember eating those little yellow marshmallow candies till I got sick. my family would also have egg hunts and there was one egg with money in it. I never did find that egg, my brothers always beat me to it, either way Easter time was a good time for all the family.
 
I'm in. It has been a long time, but I remember making colored hardboiled eggs using food coloring - then searching for colored eggs hidden in the grass.:)
 
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