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Carol Perkins: What's in the Easter basket

Carol Perkins explores how Easter Bunny's methods, and his product has evolved over the years. And examines ethics standards for Easter Egg hunts. .
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By Carol Perkins

What's in your Easter basket? Wouldn't it be fun to go back to when we couldn't sleep because of the anticipation of the Easter Bunny arriving in the middle of the night and leaving us a basket full of Easter joy? Some kids found their baskets long before their parents woke up, so Mom and Dad had to be very clever. I grew up with the bunny leaving my basket on the front door step. Not everyone had a front door step, so where did that smart bunny leave his or hers? Bunny is clever.



Although my brothers and I found our baskets on the front door step, my children found theirs just inside the front door. We always left a key hidden outside for the Easter bunny. (Sure we did!) Who knew he would always find exactly where it was? Quite a bunny! We made sure they had a basket filled with their favorites. I prepared the grass inside the new basket and the ribbon (it was never wrapped in plastic) and Guy bought the candy. He also bought a sack for himself. I should have made him a basket. Each year the kids kept the old ones so they could carry their eggs to school in them, as well to the church hunt.

Some of my friends used the same basket for their children, year after year. Now those baskets are keepsakes. I wish I had thought of that! A few parents are buying designer baskets for their kids instead of the cheap woven ones I used. The pretty market totes with their names on them are among the most popular. I am sure they will use those over and over, too.

I happened to be in a supersized discount center a few days ago and the prefab baskets filled the aisles. When a child opens one of those baskets, he usually finds more plastic grass than candy. The only real treat is that chocolate bunny and it usually isn't quality chocolate. Considering the price adults pay, they should at least get Ghirardelli. By the numbers in the stores, I would say that buying one already made is the new normal.

On Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning, fields and yards will be filled with zealous kids looking under blades of grass and on tree limbs for as many eggs as they can find. The prize eggs will go to the best eye. A few obnoxious parents will be running alongside their kids, pointing to eggs so their child can find the most. I always considered that cheating and wished someone would set some Easter egg hunting rules. No parents on the field!

As a kid, I never liked hunting Easter eggs because I was so bad at finding them. There might be two in my basket at the end of the hunt while my friends' baskets were loaded. I can't say that I was particularly upset considering the eggs were real and not plastic and stunk to high heaven by the time the day ended. Every time a kid cracked open one of those eggs and ate it, I tried to be sick. The smell is still in my nose.

Plastic eggs are so much easier and cheaper, but the days of coloring eggs, dipping them into the cups of dye, and dyeing the kitchen counter along with my hands were special and always a family affair. I can see my brothers and me gathered around the kitchen table as the dye boiled on the kitchen stove.

My kids dyed eggs, too, but they really enjoyed hunting the plastic ones better because of the rewards inside. Guy's dad put coins inside the plastic eggs before he hid them each Easter for the grandchildren. They loved comparing the amounts they found. I wanted to hunt, too.

By the end the day on Easter Sunday, our baskets offered little more than slim pickings. My brother and I swapped jellybeans (I liked the black ones) or traded candy bars. We got the best out of those baskets in a few hours. On Monday morning, we didn't care a thing about those sad looking baskets.

What will be in your basket Easter morning? I can assure you there will be nothing in my Easter basket. For fun, I think I will set an empty one by the front door just to see what happens. That bunny will hippity hoppity right on down the lane. -Carol Perkins

(Contact Carol at cperkins@scrtc.com or download her book Let's Talk About... in the Amazon Kindle Store)


This story was posted on 2012-04-08 11:02:01
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