tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283372246233215325.post4098937602306462541..comments2023-06-01T03:48:42.822-04:00Comments on Bride of Cranky Old Geezer: Easter MorningThe Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14410022162490159183noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283372246233215325.post-89336098142587045652008-03-24T20:35:00.000-04:002008-03-24T20:35:00.000-04:00While I am not the eldest in the family, I do reme...While I am not the eldest in the family, I do remember sitting around watching (and occasionally helping) vivi hunt for Easter eggs, along with possibly helping to "hide" the actual eggs.<BR/><BR/>Whatever<BR/><BR/>Mister CellophaneDavid Briggshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00126105474106003061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283372246233215325.post-34328135627554565672008-03-23T14:10:00.000-04:002008-03-23T14:10:00.000-04:00As the youngest, all I can say is I have no memori...As the youngest, all I can say is I have no memories of fighting to get all the eggs. I'm sure by the time I was hunting, you all were too old to care, and for all I know, helped hide the eggs.<BR/><BR/>To be honest, I don't remember "hunting" for the candy. I remember the joy of walking into the living room and seeing every horizontal surface -- window sills, picture frames, lamp finials, woodwork -- studded regularly with jelly beans. The skill was less problem-solving and and more small motor: how to balance the basket in one hand so the other hand could slide the beans off the sill directly into the basket.Vivihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10475433990354514332noreply@blogger.com