Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Easter Bunny Cometh


vintage Easter basket // woven wicker natural and pink and green Easter decoration 1960s 1950s
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This event was before the Superman Travesty, back before I knew just how low and evil my brothers were, and would become.

It was Easter, maybe 1960 or 1959.  Church was over.  Ham dinner was eaten and done. It was time for the egg hunt.  Hard boiled and dyed eggs had been hidden in our vast lawn after we all had fallen asleep.  It was never questioned by whom.


Free Stock Photo: Whole chocolate Easter Egg unwrapped with smooth plain surface on straw.
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It was a brutal competition, with lots of screaming, shoving and pushing. There may have been some scratching and punching as well. There are no memories about who garnered the most eggs; the hunt was not so much about speed—it was about who was most devious. 

Then Easter was gone, baskets were packed away for next year, and deviled eggs were supper. With no holiday to anticipate, a veil of tedium settled over our farm in a pre-summer heat.

In the middle of the night, something woke me, something like a POP!  I rolled over, catching just a hint of chocolate.  Then a new smell came in waves---foul, recognizable, nauseating.

It was the distinctive odor of rotten eggs.  Rolling out of bed and looking under it, I spotted a lone Easter basket with the remains of an exploded egg.  One of my three brothers had placed it there before I went to bed. (My bedroom was that clean...seriously...even under the bed...)


Opened the window…threw the Basket out…and heard the muffled giggles from my brothers’ rooms.  They were waiting for my own explosion. 

Well, they did not get it.  I tiptoed down the stairs and slept on the couch.  The rotten egg smell did not limit itself to my room; it traveled to their room as well.

Justice and revenge would wait for another day.  I was the soul of patience.

Those bastards....


20 comments:

  1. I didn't know rotten eggs exploded. Surprised my brother never did that to me.

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    1. You have missed a childhood experience. Must try it sometime. Make it a brother experience.

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  2. Sounds like my brothers and I... which is probably why I tied my twin to a tree and 'pantsed' him.

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  3. 'Pantsed' him! Awesome! My brothers were too big and strong for any physical revenge like that.

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  4. Never used the rotten egg trick haha I was usually the one causing things, never got much revenge taken on me.

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    1. Then you were lucky to get away with your behavior!

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  5. My brothers were never that clever--lucky for them

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    1. Once my oldest brother went to college, the pranks faded away. Thankfully.

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  6. Brothers live to tease sisters. I am glad you got your revenge.

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    1. My brothers went beyond normal teasing. More on revenge later.

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  7. I am so very glad that my brothers didn't have access to rotten eggs - or the patience to wait.
    They managed just fine without either of those things.

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    1. Those are stories that beg to be told!

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  8. Yuck. Glad my brother and I just had the general animosity going. Of course there was the one time someone pulled a knitting needle out of my current project...

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    1. That was definitely an attack...talk about that with him someday, see what he says.

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  9. I've never had a boiled egg explode.

    Years ago when we had chickens. I had a hen setting. Some eggs did not hatch and the days past possible were over. I was double checking the eggs when Hubby started mouthing about some thing. I told him I was going to throw eggs at him if he didn't hush. His first mistake was not believing and the second was not running. I being the experienced farm girl knew what those eggs would do. He did not. At his next remark an unhatched 25 day egg flew through the air to explode some ten feet away. You know the smell. I threw another. He was gagging so badly he could not even curse me. I was laughing so hard I could not throw another, afraid I would hit him. That would not be nice.

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    1. Totally awesome! I did not realize that unhatched eggs could be so lethal...I must do a test on that one.

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  10. My mum used to sneak outside and hide small chocolate eggs, enough so that everyone would get at least four, there were eight kids where she was living then, I heard the story much later. My sister, who is mentally challenged, and greedy for chocolate, went out super early that morning before anyone else was up and found all the eggs. She didn't understand that she had to share them, after all, she'd found them.

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  11. Sister got a very long private chat and the eggs she hadn't already eaten were shared among the other kids. Mum explained that's why all the kids had their own collection baskets, why the Easter Bunny left so many eggs etc.

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Go ahead...it won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!