When I was a small boy growing up in Beaver city Nebraska during the late 1940's, Easter was the Holiday that came about the same time as the baseball season opened. I was of course more interested in the baseball.
We didn't have all the candy that is around now, at least
not at our house. We did get to decorate Easter Eggs. As I recall this was mostly dipping them into a dye and sometimes
putting little cardboard decorations around them. I was never at an outdoors Easter Egg hunt. But I recall looking
for the eggs in the house.
I can remember going to my Aunt Myrtle Fleming Smith's one Easter and getting a small chocolate bunny. I guess I remember this because my Mom wouldn't let me eat it down all at once. She was afraid that I would get sick.
One Easter, I got a 'new' hand-me-down suit to wear from my cousin Jack Schlater. I had a blue shirt to wear with it that had baseballs, bats, gloves, and 'Boston Red Sox' printed on it. I thought I was the best-dressed boy at Sunday school and Church at the Methodist Church. I got awful uncomfortable during the church service as Preacher Smith went on and on trying to save our souls.