Author: angiem, 04 22nd, 2011

I am sure it wasn’t so, but for some reason I remember all the Easter Sundays of my childhood as sparkling and bright. The long grasses we had picked together with our dad the day before, had been turned before bedtime into fluffy nests, and we found them the following morning to have been visited by the Easter bunny who brought sweets and treats all the way from America. I remember holding hands with my sisters, skipping on the cobblestone sidewalk in front of the house, waiting for our parents to lock up so we could go to church. In my memory, all our Easter dresses were variations of pink or purple, all our Easter eggs were red, and all the hymns sung that early morning in the coolness of the church, sent shivers down my spine.

My family loved keeping to tradition the Friday before Easter, slaughtering the baby lambs we played with and loved, allowing them to silently bleed to death, then turning them into stews and roasts. To this day, none of my siblings like the taste of lamb meat. They had spent too much time chasing a little lamb friend across the yard. We remembered too clearly the horror of their silence as the blood trickled down into the damp spring earth. Children do not recognize the importance of a symbolic ritual, no matter how often they may hear the story repeated.

The family gatherings after church were the best part of Easter Sunday. Uncles and aunts and cousins and close friends, everyone dear, together. The cracking of the colored eggs, the stories told of far away places and long ago days, the silences of stories not dared voiced, the laughter, the desserts. And somehow the sun was always shining and the food was plenty, and the later it got, the greater was the sadness that the day would have to end and Monday would come, and we would miss the togetherness and the memories we had made.

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22 Responses to “easter”

  1. Michelle @ The True Book Addict Says:

    Lovely post…except for the lambs maybe. :) Is there a Silence of the Lambs reference in there somewhere? LOL! I have trouble eating lamb myself. Anyway, Happy Easter to you and yours!

  2. Julie Says:

    Beautiful post Angie.. you know I always remember Easter as sunny too.. even though it is our autumn

    I love your story and always find comfort in symbolic rituals..a sense of order and purpose. Perhaps that is why I love travel.. Australia has few traditions like this..

    Wishing you and your family a fabulous easter.. with sunshine all the days… ciao xxxx Julie

  3. Mary Moon Says:

    Angie, you always take me to another world.

  4. Jena Says:

    The poor lil lambies!! :( Still I love traditions and you have some of the best, of anyone I know. Happy Easter!!! :)

  5. Ava Says:

    Happy Easter lovely Angie!!! P.S. I’m not sure if the visual I got while reading your post will change the way I feel about lamb meat. It’s one of my favorite meats.

  6. angiem Says:

    Michelle, Julie, Ms. Moon, Jena, and Ava - Happy Easter!

  7. Diane Says:

    They are beautiful memories you will always treasure. A freind of mine owned a sheep farm and now can no longer eat lamb from eating too much of it as a youngster. Hugs to you and Happy and blessed Easter greetings to you! :O)

  8. Diane Says:

    BTW did you see the Easter Cookie recipe I posted. I love doing this with my kids as a new tradition with them:


  9. Lena Says:

    Happy Easter, Angie!!

  10. Miss Cavendish Says:

    Such pretty eggs (and I completely understand your siblings’ aversion to lamb). Happy Easter to you!

  11. Susan Deborah Says:

    I so enjoy reading these tales of your childhood. Angie, I sincerely think that you should do an illustrative book based on these tales.

    A blessed Easter to you.

    Joy always,

  12. Anya Says:

    Dear Angie, wishing you and your family beautiful and happy Easter. You know, I always loose myslef in your stories and this time is no different. It is almost like reading wonderful book of memories. I feel a little sad for lambs, but other than that I think you had very memorable Easters. :-)

  13. Susan Tiner Says:

    “Children do not recognize the importance of a symbolic ritual, no matter how often they may hear the story repeated.

    So true. That and the “silences of stories not dared voiced” and the sadness of festivities coming to an end, at the end of a long, happy day.

    I love your stories Angie.

    Happy Easter!

  14. emily wierenga Says:

    angie, this is a beautiful re-telling of your childhood memories… you held me captive. e.

  15. Francesca Says:

    We regularly see the butchering of our neighbors’ chickens and rabbits, but there’s something about the cute baby lambs that makes that harder to even conceive. Hope you and your family had a lovely Easter weekend.

  16. Jessica Says:

    Beautiful story! Except the lambs. :-( To let them bleed to death seems so cruel.

  17. Christina Lindsay Says:

    Dear Angie, that was beautiful.

    I love lamb but I don’t think I could eat it if I’d met it first. Hope you had a good Easter xx

  18. Stephanie Says:

    We always have lamb for Easter, but we never raised them. It must have been so hard for you! Hope your Easter was Happy and Blessed!

  19. prutha Says:

    i wish i celebrated easter..if i did i would love for it to be like urs… but i do have a lot of fond memories of other festivals


  20. Susu Paris Chic Says:

    I recognize the fondness of your dear memories… It is the same for me! I don’t really recall specific events but just the atmosphere. And the presence of something important and holy.

  21. Susan Says:

    Hi Angie. I’m late, I know. But hoped to read about Romanian Easter & I was not disappointed. The only thing I would offer in contra (of course I have to:) is that I definitely recognized symbolism as a child. I would not eat lamb at all. Or pigs. Whatever animal was on the table. Though a city slicker (as my father’s family called us), the four of us knew how meat got on the table. A lot of Americans children were able to avoid that but this side of the family lived on a farm. Fortunately, those lambs were for wool. But still.

    I switched over early to a more peasant-like earth spring celebration rather than Easter…because I just didn’t believe it. Though I wanted to. That was the rub. I wanted to but just could not.

    On another note: I do enjoy eastern European, Greek, & Russian eggs so much. I was hoping we might hear about what your family did. Maybe you’ve written about that earlier. I’ll go look.


  22. Bunny Says:

    Your beautiful storytelling and way with words make us feel as if we were there!! Oh I so have a hard time with the ritual slaughter of lamb…I still can’t eat lamb.
    Happy May to you my sweet beautiful friend
    Love, Bunny

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