Finding the Easter Bunny: Memories of my Father

Finding the Easter Bunny: Memories of my Father

I found the egg. Now where's the bunny?A long .

A long time ago…

See that child? Hard to believe that’s me at age one year. This picture sat on my father’s dresser for as long as I can remember.  I am wearing my Mother’s Easter dress which seems a bit ironic because we are Jewish.  Nevertheless, the non-secular celebration of Easter was a tradition in my family and, when I think about it now, leaves me with warm feelings.

My dad loved participating in Christian holiday traditions.  It must have given him great  pleasure to hide Easter eggs for my sister and me to find and store in our baskets.  My step-mother always made a point of buying Easter candy and ensuring that we had a basket to enjoy on Easter Sunday.  Somehow she knew what types of candy I really enjoy. (Hint: Jelly beans and Cadbury Easter Eggs.  No PEEPS!)  Year after year, my father and step-mother boiled eggs in preparation for my visits to their house. (I lived with my mother for most of the month.)  They bought the fake green grass and the candy.  Hid the eggs after I finished decorating them and ensured that I could not get my Easter basket until all of the eggs were located.  To perhaps put a spin on our Passover Seders, we always included those eggs in our celebration of the Jewish holiday.

Four years after my father passed away,  I participated in an Easter egg hunt with my husband and my daughter on my best friends’ condo roof.  Feeling gleeful as my daughter found her “treasures” (and we continued to take eggs out of her basket and re-hide them so the fun would last a long time) I finally understood why my father participated in the Easter egg hunt tradition.  There is something so “precious” about seeing the joy on one’s child’s face when she discovers her eggs, the candy and finally a chocolate bunny.

What's in the basket?

Now, where is the Easter Bunny?









My father passed away twelve years ago on April 11, 2000.  It’s a bit ironic that he died around Easter.  While we weren’t necessarily close and he wasn’t the easiest person to get to know, when I think of Easter, it is with fondness for my father.  Easter was one of the few times that I truly felt close to him.  I like to think that he would be happy knowing that K and I set aside a few hours to boil, dye and decorate a dozen eggs in preparation for the Easter egg hunt in our backyard.

This year, like the ones in the past,  as I watch K search for her hidden candy and eggs, I know that I will also imagine my father standing next to me and perhaps smiling at the knowledge that I keep the tradition going for another generation.

A Windy City Momma Appreciates

I Appreciate You!

Today’s Weight Watchers meeting was all about me. Well, not me exactly but about making time for myself. One of the questions the leader asked was if any of us had an appreciation log/journal. Right… like I have time to jot down the top 10 things that I appreciate the most? So, in an effort to create some “me time” and to acknowledge the things that I am most appreciative of, I figured that I would create a list and see where it takes me.
Disclaimer: I am most appreciative of having my incredible family including my husband, daughter, sisters, parents as well as my friends. It goes without saying that I appreciate the people in my life first and foremost. This is not that kind of list. This is the random and somewhat silly appreciation list that makes me smile or chuckle to myself when I think of these things.I appreciate:

  1. Homemade mint chocolate chip ice cream on a hot summer night at the beach
  2. Napping under the pine trees in northern Minnesota and listening to the wildlife all around me.
  3. Spending time alone
  4. Having a dog who follows me around and sits in front of the shower so no one disturbs me
  5. The radio station WHFS 99.1 and being introduced to some of my (still) favorite bands like the Cure, Depeche Mode, The Smiths, Erasure etc. etc.
  6. That my “happy place” is on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay
  7. Judy Blume and her genuine candor. Not sure I would have made it through puberty without her sage guidance.
  8. Going to a Quaker School and moments of reflection and silence
  9. Hedwig and the Angry Inch (If you’ve seen it, and like it, you get it)
  10. Having had a chance to eat all sorts of delicacies from various parts of the world and sharing them with my family and friends.

Having created the list am I more appreciative?  No, not really.  But I do realize that I touched on a lot of things/memories that I shared with some really important people in my life.  Is it me time if I am thinking about others and the various things that we experienced together?

So, dear reader, what about you?  Other than the people in your life and the basics (shelter, enough food, that we don’t live in Libya etc) of what are you most appreciative?