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In Response to A Doll for Easter:
As we're on the eve of Easter Sunday, I remember one with a special surprise years ago when I was 8 years old. I vaguely recall Saturday as being warm, but a very busy one as my mother was getting ready to have a family dinner the next day. I was especially helpful as I dusted the frontroom, set the dinner table and kept my younger brothers busy so that my mother could concentrate on cooking. She made some dishes in advance, but I loved watching her making her famous dessert in a lamb mold, then helping her decorate it with jelly beans and coconut. At the end of the day, I helped with dishes after supper and then took a bath in anticipation of Sunday Mass and the Easter meal.
Being only 8, I still believed, more or less, in the Easter Bunny. When my brothers and I awoke, we ran into the frontroom to see what the Bunny had left us. There were baskets of candy, eggs and small toys. My mother then announced that the Bunny had left me something special behind the couch. To my amazement was a doll dressed in a pretty dress. I was surprised that the Bunny would leave me a gift that was something more apt for Christmas. My mother then told me that it was a special gift for being such a helpful girl the day before. I named my doll "Sharon" and added her to my menagerie of dolls.
Years later, when I was playing Easter Bunny with my young girls, my mother told me about the time that she had given me a doll. She said that she had bought it for me for Christmas, put it in the attic for storage, but had somehow forgotten about it. While she was up there taking out her dinner china for Easter, she found it and decided to give it to me from the Bunny. I had remembered receiving the doll with great excitement. However, the real reward was in knowing that my efforts at helping her had been appreciated.
It's strange how this has remained with me for years, but our mothers often knew how to make us feel special.
Posted by intersan
When I was a very young child I don't remember going to church on Easter, although I think we did. I definately remember getting new clothes, especially either black or white patent leather Mary Jane shoes. I was a fan of shoes from a very young age.
But what I remember most is the year that my sister and I got live rabbits instead of the stuffed ones that had been in our baskets before. I know this was because we had been begging for a puppy and my parents thought rabbits would be less trouble.
They were cute white fluffy balls of fur with red eyes that we thought were special. We named them Flopsy and Mopsy after the characters in our "Peter Rabbit" book. My father built a hutch for them in the back yard and we were very prompt with our promises to feed them and prove we could take care of a pet.
What my parents hadn't known was that Flopsy and Mopsy were a male and female and they speedily began to do what rabbits do and we had lots of bunnies. At first Daddy tried to sell them and he did sell several of them, but he finally began to kill them and Mother fried them and we pretended it was chicken. It went pretty well as long as they were the ones without names but after about a year he decided the original two had to go. They stayed in the freezer for a long time and them Mother finally cooked one of them. I don't know how we knew, but we did and nobody had meat on their plate that night.
Our only other experience with live animals for Easter was with baby chickens and we had visions of having fresh eggs. This time they were all roosters and were presented to a relative who had a farm.