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        <title>PAST EASTERS -  - rusty&apos;s Blog - Victoria Advocate</title>
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        <description>DARLENE TISE AND SHEILA MILLER in this week&#039;s Jackson County Herald Tribune were mentioning Easter. This brought back old egg hunts &quot;down on the farm&quot;. Did Uncle Ellis &quot;forget to mow the yard&quot; the week before Easter with the nephews and nieces in mind? Who knows? 
  In the paternal grandma&#039;s yard was a cedar tree about eight feet tall, several pipes &amp; 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&#039;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?</description>
        <itunes:summary>DARLENE TISE AND SHEILA MILLER in this week&#039;s Jackson County Herald Tribune were mentioning Easter. This brought back old egg hunts &quot;down on the farm&quot;. Did Uncle Ellis &quot;forget to mow the yard&quot; the week before Easter with the nephews and nieces in mind? Who knows? 
  In the paternal grandma&#039;s yard was a cedar tree about eight feet tall, several pipes &amp; 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&#039;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?</itunes:summary>
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