I usually had two Easters growing up (one Orthodox, one Protestant, one Romanian,
one Hungarian) and I never really discriminated between the two, since they
meant twice the excitement of Easter eggs.
It also took some pressure off Easter- if it wasn’t pitch perfect the
first time around, there was always the second try. Easter would also happen in
spring and around my birthday and have all those ancient pagan rites woven into
it-it somehow dawned on me in my late childhood, that, going against the tide,
I would always prefer Easter over Christmas.
Making the eggs is a joint family endeavour: I pick the leaves, my mom ties
the stocking around the eggs and my dad does the dyeing itself. We’ve never had
any other types of eggs , nor do we plan to- the leafy Easter eggs are a part
of our familiy tradition and my childhood, and I will always fondly hold onto
them.
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