When I was a kid, my grandfather and I would take a ride every Sunday afternoon. We lived in the small town of Huron, about 10 miles from Sandusky, where my grandparents lived. The rides were the highlight of my week, because he would let me steer the car (or “drive” as I called it). We often went by a marshy area on the shores of Lake Erie and always passed a little shack way back off the road, and grandpa told me that was where the Easter Bunny lived. Of course I believed him, because he was my favorite person in the world, and he knew everything! For years I believed that story, and when I was old enough to know better, I was driving past that area and told my friend that we’d just passed the Easter Bunny’s house. She looked at me like I had 2 heads, and all of a sudden I realized I’d said that out loud! I could never go by that place without thinking of grandpa, and all the wonderful times I’d had with him on our Sunday rides.
No such traditions in our family. Not sure how long Santa lasted for me but not very...two brothers who were 6 and 8 years ahead of me made that story fall apart fast, and we also opened some of the presents after attending Christmas Eve service...so Nahhhhh. Easter was just finding the colored eggs, but since we did the coloring and knew Dad hid them, there wasn't much faith in the Easter Bunny, plus we raised rabbits and I knew for sure that they didn't color and carry those eggs around!
Magnificent! What a story. Late to this but it is very good Maura. My family configuration is the same as yours too - four girls, two boys. What are the chances.
When I was a kid, my grandfather and I would take a ride every Sunday afternoon. We lived in the small town of Huron, about 10 miles from Sandusky, where my grandparents lived. The rides were the highlight of my week, because he would let me steer the car (or “drive” as I called it). We often went by a marshy area on the shores of Lake Erie and always passed a little shack way back off the road, and grandpa told me that was where the Easter Bunny lived. Of course I believed him, because he was my favorite person in the world, and he knew everything! For years I believed that story, and when I was old enough to know better, I was driving past that area and told my friend that we’d just passed the Easter Bunny’s house. She looked at me like I had 2 heads, and all of a sudden I realized I’d said that out loud! I could never go by that place without thinking of grandpa, and all the wonderful times I’d had with him on our Sunday rides.
What a great family story! I can see how you'd believe if you met the Easter Bunny in the flesh -- er fur.
Thank you for a lovely break, Maura. Happy Easter to you if you still celebrate. Never sure these days who does what when!
Great story, Maura! Happy Easter, though I doubt this one will match that one!
OMG! What a story! I love it!
No such traditions in our family. Not sure how long Santa lasted for me but not very...two brothers who were 6 and 8 years ahead of me made that story fall apart fast, and we also opened some of the presents after attending Christmas Eve service...so Nahhhhh. Easter was just finding the colored eggs, but since we did the coloring and knew Dad hid them, there wasn't much faith in the Easter Bunny, plus we raised rabbits and I knew for sure that they didn't color and carry those eggs around!
This is priceless! Reminds me of Billy Bob Thornton as "Bad Santa."
Great story Maura!
This is a wonderful story, Maura!
"... Mom and Dad just shrugged. The Easter Bunny had a lot to do, they said. He got tired, that’s all."
A masterclass in parenting! Thank you for this wonderful story on Easter Eve.
Loved the snoring part
Magnificent! What a story. Late to this but it is very good Maura. My family configuration is the same as yours too - four girls, two boys. What are the chances.