Easter Eggs in the Snow

My memories are a jumble today. My first thought was hunting Easter eggs in the snow. I honestly do not remember ever hunting them in the snow, but as I tried to make my mind go back that far, it occurred to me that I really do not remember hunting for Easter eggs at all as a child.

Yes, I have hidden my share of them, but how many of the “older” generation remembers spending the Saturday before Easter, hunting eggs, or finishing Easter dinner, impatiently waiting for the adults to finish up so that you could get on with the important business of the day, hunting eggs!

I do remember when the egg hunts involved real eggs. I also remember salvaging those eggs. If the eggs survived the hunt in any condition resembling FAIR, they were then recycled into egg salad, probably for school lunch the next several days if you were one of those who packed lunch to school.

What about the eggs that were not found? Well, there was not any chocolate candy involved with the egg, so it really didn’t matter if your pet dog ate the things. Oh, and there definitely weren’t any coins involved so no monetary loss either. Just an additional treat for the birds, pets and other wildlife.