The Last Easter Egg

Easter eggs were a family tradition in south Texas, so it’s understandable that I’d expect them in Tennessee, too.

Dot Money and I merged our families Knoxville, Tennessee in 1961. Her sons Greg and Steve were 16 and 13. My daughter Mary was 3.

So, the next Easter, Dot died some eggs with Mary’s help. The teenage boys were too sophisticated for anything so childish as Easter eggs.

Easter morning I hid the eggs and Mary searching for them. The boys watched, amused. But the whole game changed when Mary held up one of those hollow plastic eggs and broke it open. A dollar bill fell out! Greg and Steve joined the hunt with a vengeance.

I am pretty good at hiding eggs. I kept assuring the boys that there were still more plastic eggs out there, someplace.

I’m happy to report that the tradition has been preserved. Greg and Steve each held Easter egg hunts for their own families – plastic eggs with rewards inside.

(It’s true; I married Dorothy Money. My father had advised me to “marry money.” He said that wasn’t exactly what he meant…).

Dac Crossley
4/3/2010

“The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” – Dolly Parton.

Comments

[Eric]

Good story. I'm not surprised that a couple of green-backs got Steve and Greg moving.

[Lance Barron]

Enjoyed your post. The office park I used to work in had an egg hunt each year, with hundreds of eggs. Not all of them were found. We would see crows with bits of colored shell in their beaks for the week after.

[Jan Okey]

Great story. Happy Easter Dac.
DAC be nimble
DAC be quick
DAC get over your shingles real quick.

I've heard that chocolate is good for
relief,however, it is only a remor
Happy spring

[shirley white]

Cute story, DAC!
You taught those boys a good lesson!
And there are still more eggs out there just waiting for those who beleive it. shirley