DARLENE TISE AND SHEILA MILLER in this week's Jackson County Herald Tribune were mentioning Easter. This brought back old egg hunts "down on the farm". Did Uncle Ellis "forget to mow the yard" the week before Easter with the nephews and nieces in mind? Who knows?
In the paternal grandma's yard was a cedar tree about eight feet tall, several pipes & old car axels driven in the ground, counter weights for the gates, a smoke house, a dog house, a bench for the wash tubs, post oaks and blackjack oak trees, a few bushes, etc. Of all the places the adults hid eggs, the one coming to mind was a bailing wire spiral hanging from an averhead tree limb with a colored egg in it.

A close eye had to be kept on the cats and dog that they didn't feast on the eggs before the kids found them

One Easter found me in bed with the old fashioned German measles. My sister Mary Sue and I hid eggs in the house. The only rub was that not all were found during the hunts. A few weeks later our noses found them. She had put some in an old purse and stuck it in a drawer.

What are some of your Easter memories?