I posted this to another list but thought we might like to share some Easter memories. I remember getting new clothes, usually made by my mother, but also new shoes, socks, and white gloves. I truly wish my family would have taken more pictures but that just was not their habit. >From the time I was 6 - 7, we lived in the country and always had plenty of eggs. I remember learning how to boil eggs in mom's big kettle, usually used for making soups and tomato juice. Mixing colors to get the shades I wanted. Where did we add the vinegar, to make the color take? Writing on the eggs with the little wax pencil and those color transfers for the eggs. Remember the eggs that were not found and squashed later. Dad would take boiled eggs in his lunch for several days so that they were not wasted. How long would a boiled egg stay good in those early refrigerators or an ice box? Somewhere along the way, I learned to blow out the egg. Those were harder to get the color even. We usually used the insides for scrambled eggs. I may do an Easter Tree next year with the blown eggs. If my Dogwood Tree was in the front yard, I would hang them from that. Marilyn -- "If you don't get outside every day, even for a minute, you have not appreciated what God has done. It makes you grateful for our surroundings, and it starts your day differently." Johnny Cash