Easter Sunday — 1952

Easter Sunday, 1952 – – – As the story goes, it was about 5:00am. It was still pretty dark out, and there was an icy dew all over the front lawn. In those days, in that first little house in Mill Valley, the “front lawn” was a rather hodge-podge area that had some stuff that resembled grass and the rest was an assortment of wild poppies, buttercups and weeds. But Dad referred to it as the “front lawn”. The Easter Bunny had been by, sometime after bedtime the eve before, and so amongst the dewy grass, fragrant buttercups, and golden poppies, lovely colored eggs glittered in the early dawn.

What’s this? A little girl in her nightie and bare feet, frantically running around, gathering all the eggs as fast as she could, placing them inside her nightie which she was holding above her knees to create a “bucket” for them. (By now, the Easter Bunny and his helper were aware of the activity on the “front lawn” and were watching from the living room window.)

The little girl tiptoed back into the house, scampered to her bed and tucked all the eggs under the covers. Flash forward to about 7:00 am. The Easter Bunny and his helper heard the bedroom door squeak. As they peeked out, they were just in time to see the flash of a nightie and two little feet running out the front door. Taking their places behind the drapes in the living room, they watched as the little girl quietly, but methodically, placed each egg back in exactly the place she found it originally, giving each one a pat as she tucked it into the grass.

The little girl, satisfied with her work, ran on tiptoes to her bedroom and jumped into bed. Finally, eons later, about 8:00am, her Mom and Dad came to her bedside. “The Easter Bunny came, Susan!” her Mom whispered in her ear.

The little girl sat up and looked at her parents and said, “I know. I was worried that the eggs might get cold, so I brought them all inside and warmed them up. But I put them all back.”

Later that morning, Susan sat with her Mom and baby sister in their pew at church, all in their matching Easter outfits. Susan leaned close to her Mom, rested her head on her shoulder, and watched her Dad singing in the choir. She smiled to herself. This was a grand Easter, after all! – – – Easter Sunday, 1952.

God’s Peace!

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About susansplace

Widowed in 2012, I am a mother and grandmother. Born in San Francisco, I now live in the town I grew up in: Mill Valley, California. I love nature photography. Just an amateur but that's OK! My goal: world peace. Got any ideas?
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7 Responses to Easter Sunday — 1952

  1. Latricia McConnell says:

    What a lovely memory. Happy easter to you and God’s peace be with you Trish M

  2. Laura says:

    Now that Dani knows that there isn’t a giant talking rabbit that delivers her basket and hides her eggs, she took it upon herself to wake me up at 7:30am anyway, to let me know that she would go back in her room for a little while to give me a chance to hide the eggs. Thanks Dani. So I went out onto the frost bitten lawn this morning in my flip flops to do my Easter Bunny duty, even though she knows, because that is what moms do. The good ones anyway. Thanks for being one of those kind of moms, mom. You would have smiled at me this morning.

  3. sweetopiagirl says:

    Reblogged this on Inspiredweightloss.

  4. I have a pic I took almost exactly the same, just a different mountain!

    • susansplace says:

      Have you checked out “Finding Subjects” — You guys have got to “meet”. You’ll love his posts, if you haven’t already. I know I’m beginning to sound like a marketing firm for other bloggers, but it cracks me up how many “like-people” there are out there!

  5. susansplace says:

    This is Mt. Tamalpais — my stompin’ grounds when I grew up. Back then, in the olden days, it was a place to behold; so few houses and just fields and fields of poppies to play in.

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