Mom Rose loved Easter. She loved the dresses and the food, and she especially loved Easter egg hunts. Every year, after church, we would make our way to the Rose's house to eat lunch and partake in one of these festive events. I always loved how particular her placement of eggs was. There would be one in the bird bath, one near the frog sculpture, one balancing in the iron designs of patio. This year, however, was different.
Jesse and Jackie (at this point about 15 or 16) were give the honor of hiding the eggs. They must have started with good intentions, placing some eggs in the typical, cutesy places. When the children were released, though, what we found was a mess. There were eggs in the road, some in the woods across the street, and far too many in the ivy patch in the back yard. It seems that after hiding a few dozen eggs carefully (Some to the point where no human being would lay eyes on these eggs for years), the boys decided that lobbing the eggs in any direction they fancied was a more efficient method.
Mom Rose saw all of this, and she was disappointed. Maybe more than the punch bowl, the songs, the under or over cooked asparagus, Mom Rose's disappointment was the hallmark of her parties. Seeing all of her lovely eggs with candy pouring out of them due to the lack of care was a shock. I don't remember what happened to the boys that day; I was too busy trying to win a chocolate bunny by gathering eggs. I do know that Jesse was never put in charge of the Egg Hunt again.
Jesse and Jackie (at this point about 15 or 16) were give the honor of hiding the eggs. They must have started with good intentions, placing some eggs in the typical, cutesy places. When the children were released, though, what we found was a mess. There were eggs in the road, some in the woods across the street, and far too many in the ivy patch in the back yard. It seems that after hiding a few dozen eggs carefully (Some to the point where no human being would lay eyes on these eggs for years), the boys decided that lobbing the eggs in any direction they fancied was a more efficient method.
Mom Rose saw all of this, and she was disappointed. Maybe more than the punch bowl, the songs, the under or over cooked asparagus, Mom Rose's disappointment was the hallmark of her parties. Seeing all of her lovely eggs with candy pouring out of them due to the lack of care was a shock. I don't remember what happened to the boys that day; I was too busy trying to win a chocolate bunny by gathering eggs. I do know that Jesse was never put in charge of the Egg Hunt again.
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