Were you one of those kids who got all jazzed up about chocolate bunnies or were you more into dying eggs? We practiced those Easter traditions too, but when I was a kid, it was all about the Easter outfit.
The Demise of the Easter Dress
Everything is more casual than it used to be and churches have certainly relaxed their dress codes. Attendance is the last thing they want to discourage. I agree completely, but I sure do miss my annual Easter outfit.
The Whole Kit and Caboodle
My mom didn’t just buy me a new Easter dress. I got it all: hat, gloves, dress, starched petticoat, ruffled panties, ruffled anklets and white patent shoes. And then, my dad would get us corsages. It was great. Everything else was just trimming.
Not that we neglected the rest. We dyed boiled eggs in the vinegary-smelling kitchen and hid them in the backyard for a week. The Easter bunny delivered treats in baskets, along with many stuffed animals, though live chicks and bunnies were taboo. We’d even go to the park and hunt plastic-wrapped sugar eggs. For lunch there was always ham.
And Then Came Susan
My little sister just didn’t get Easter the way I did. To begin with, she didn’t like the gloves. What was worse, she refused to wear hats. Completely ignoring Susan’s sins, Mother decided to have custom-designed, matching outfits from a dressmaker one year. It didn’t go well. Susan didn’t like dress fittings.
After that, Easter went downhill. The secret of the Easter bunny was revealed and Dad decided corsages were overkill. I’d usually get a new spring dress, but starched petticoats were out of style and I was a little old for ruffled panties. And the anklets? Textured pantyhose were all the rage.
My New Easter Traditions
With friends spread out all over the world, I send out cards for pretty much every occasion, including Easter. I also sprinkle Easter-related decorations around the house. Without kids, the Easter Bunny stuff is fairly pointless and I live on a diet, so chocolate bunnies are out, too.
Pretty much every Sunday of the year you’ll find me at church – except Easter. I blame it on the fact that the schedule is always upended and parking such a challenge, but that’s just my excuse. I’m really just mad I can’t wear a hat and ruffled petticoat anymore.