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Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Easter...to...someone!

Here's a story for you, I hope it makes you smile.

This Easter may be boring but it couldn’t possibly compare to the disappointment that I suffered on Easter morning of 1965.
The day started out well, I was the only one awake when the sun began to peek over Lake Michigan AND I was the oldest (by implication the smartest) and I was ready to find every egg the Easter Bunny had hidden before the brats even had a chance to find one.

As soon as I woke up, I noticed that something was amiss. There was no basket at the foot of my bed as there had been in years past. I didn’t mind too much, I figured that it had to be somewhere. So, I jumped stealthily out of bed and wandered through the hallway to the bathroom, keeping a watchful eye out for any eggs that might have been hidden in the crocheted toilet paper roll holder that sat on the back of the toilet. The lack of any hidden eggs didn't worry me yet, the Easter Bunny usually confined his egg-hiding activities to the other side of the house.

As I walked into the living room, I noticed very little evidence of any bunny activity. The light wasn’t good yet because it was rather early, but all I found was my mother sleeping on the couch.

Appalled, I tapped my mother on the shoulder and said, “Mom, the Easter Bunny didn’t come!”

For a moment, mother seemed as shocked as was I. She opened her eyes and looked out the sliding glass doors. I don’t know what I thought she could do about the situation but I didn’t know where to register Easter Bunny complaints and when I was that short, Mommy’s were in charge of pretty much everything so I was sure that my own mother would find the Easter Bunny, wherever he was, and demand that he come to our house immediately.

I was about to be severely disappointed.

Mother shouted, “Shit!” Then she jumped up and said, “QUICK!!! Help me hide the eggs”!"

Can you imagine how my little mind processed that unexpected turn of events? I had to come to terms with the fact that there was, in fact, no Easter Bunny. Not only that, but I had to hide the eggs myself while Mother tended to the Easter Baskets. That was a very vexing day for me and Easter has never been the same since.

Oddly enough, months later my father made that Easter even worse by blaming me for the egg that no one found. It had been stinking up the house for days and as a child, I never made the connection. It was only after an exhaustive sniffing out of the house by a family of 8 that the source of the foul odor was found. I had stuck it in a planter that hung on the wall. In the 60’s they used a lot of fake plants so it’s not like anyone watered it or tended to it. So, that egg just waited to be found through the spring and well into the summer of 1965.

How was that MY fault? It was my fault because I should have “known better than to hide an egg so high off the ground”. After all, how could my 3 year old brother Wayne find an egg that was 3 feet above his head? You know, that kid found a way to run out of the house naked on a regular basis and walked on the counters so much that once he had a spiral burn on the bottom of his foot. (I actually had one of those myself, only the spiral burn was on my hand. The real estate agent was taking us on the final walk through of our first new house in the suburbs. He showed my parents how to operate the electric stove and afterwards, my 6 year old mind wondered if it was hot when it was NOT red. So, I decided to find out. I put my right hand flush on the burner that had only 3 minutes ago been red. As we drove back into Chicago, I held my hand on the wet, cold, window to lessen the pain.) Anyway, who would have thought that the little monkey couldn't find an egg in a wall planter that actually had a wing back CHAIR UNDER IT!?

There are 2 kinds of people in this world…those who hide the eggs and those who find them. I’ve been hiding eggs ever since 1965 and I’m ready to find one…just one. Is that too much to ask? One damn Easter Egg? I don’t even care that I don’t have a ham, an Easter Basket or a bonnet…but the fact that I could look all day and not find one colored egg makes me want to take my 5 eggs and scramble the dickens out of them.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hahaha! That was funny rite there. Call me sometime Meg. I miss your witty banter.


March 31, 2013  
Blogger Tundra Woman said...

Your mother? Sleeping on the couch? Six kids?
Irish Catholic Birth Control trumps all other considerations including something else "rising from the dead" Easter morning.
Maybe she had held all the available eggs between her knees and ran out?

April 01, 2013  
Anonymous Las Vegas divorce attorney said...

I'm sorry your father was like that to you. You tell a good story, however, are a good writer and part of that is being able to touch everyone's experience in some way.

April 01, 2013  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

Thanks, LVDA.

TW, I never thought about that part of that morning! She was probably watching something and fell asleep waiting for it to end. Back in the day, there was only one TV to a house. She couldn't ever watch it from her room until we wwere teenagers. Then, it was the TV room, the parents room and the toom of the only kid old enough to have a job.

April 02, 2013  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

By the way, that was '65...I have a brother who was born that September so she may have been sleeping on the couch, but she was sleeping for two.


April 02, 2013  

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