What childhood traditions can you remember around Easter.............

[sylvi]

Mine are my dad going up to the cake shop on Good Friday and getting the hot cross buns and we had smaked haddock for dinner as well. The easter egg hunt too....... Now over to you all, lets have some fun.xxxxxxxxxxx

[Jayne18]

We would pick wild daffodils for mum on Thursday, have fish cooked in milk at my nans on Friday and the biggest family roast since Christmas on the Sunday. All the eggs would have out names on and be displayed on the "side".

Such lovely memories 😀

[sylvi in reply to Jayne18]

Oh yes i forgot the boiled eggs that we would paint as well.xxxx

[Sanbanan]

My memories are of decorating  hard boiled eggs and then going to the nearest hill  to roll them until they cracked. The fun we had as young kids was fantastic. 

[Hidden]

Whitsuntide walk in new clothes that would fit me for the next three year and the new shoes always made blisters

[smithfield in reply to Hidden]

I remember the Whitson new outfit. Wonder where that tradition came from? 

[Cagsie in reply to Hidden]

Whitsun meant new chlothes for me too. We were told if you didn't have new clothes the birds would poo on you, not sure that was just my mum, Merseyside or what. I live in Scotland now and it's not heard of. Happy Easter x

[smithfield]

We used to take our paste eggs ( boiled coloured eggs) to the top of Penshaw Monument ( co.Durham) and roll them down the hill. Whoever's egg survived to the bottom without cracking was the winner.

And we always had fish for dinner, we were not given chocolate eggs until the Easter Sunday my brother and I used to see who could make their eggs last the longest.

Happy Days and of course the sun was always shining.! X

[Martinilady in reply to smithfield]

Hello Smithfield I am also a Penshaw monument visitor snd live quite near to it now. My Grandad used to take us for walks up the hill (and down of course) I have since taken my grandchildren there too & the tea shop. My granddaugjter now takes her 2yr old daughter to the Herrington country park regularily.

[smithfield in reply to Martinilady]

Wow. I live in Kent now. But my brother is in Durham and my Mam at the ripe old age of 95 lives just down the road from the monument  in Bournemoor.

I get up there as frequently as I can. Herrington Park is wonderful for wild life. Hard to imagine it is standing on an old Colliery site.

Thank you for sharing that.I feel quite homesick I do love the North East. X

[Fruitandnutcase]

I grew up in Scotland and for some reason or another we didn't have hot cross buns - ever! My first hot cross buns arrived from the local baker when I was thirty - I've loved them madly ever since. 

My granny kept hens and I remember wrapping them in onion skins and hard boiling them, we made patterns with string, we also painted them. Next we went out into the garden, she had apple trees growing on a steep bank and we used to R it'll them down that - I never wanted to eat the finished results though - by the time they had been painted and rolled ( or thrown) they looked absolutely disgusting so I always sneaked mine to the dog 🐣

[smithfield in reply to Fruitandnutcase]

I remember my dad wrapping the eggs in onion skins with small flower eggs pressed between the egg and the onion skin it used to create a beautiful pattern.

[Fruitandnutcase in reply to smithfield]

That should have been onion skins - predictive text has a lot to answer for - as do people who look at the keyboard when they type rather than the text.🐣

[sylvi in reply to Fruitandnutcase]

What was the thing with onion skins,thats a new one on me.xxx

[nomoreheels in reply to sylvi]

It gives a marbled effect Sylvi. This shows you how to do it  m.wikihow.com/Dye-Eggs-With...

[smithfield in reply to nomoreheels]

It also coloured the eggs. White eggs from what I remember were the norm then.

[swisslass]

Picking wild daffodils  from the woods for my mum. Feeding silver paper to our hens before Easter Sunday so they had the paper to wrap the chocolate eggs in they then laid on Easter Sunday morning ! My mum  giving me milk of magnesia ( or something like that) so I could stomach all the chocolate.

Gone but not forgotten!

[Hidden]

Going to mass with mom on Good Friday, then calling at bakers in village on way back home and picking up freshly baked hot cross buns.

We always had fish on Good Friday, so that meant a trip into town to buy some from Mac Fisheries as no one had freezers in 1950s - 60's.     Easter Sunday everyone would gather at our house for lunch, which was usually roast lamb and we would all help mom prepare it.   After lunch we all went for a long walk through the woods at the rear of our house, then back home for tea and then we were finally allowed to eat some Easter egg !! Xx

[popsmith1874]

The hard boiled eggs painted and rolled down the hill and picking daffidolls for my granny and mum, seems so long ago since we were wee

[nomoreheels]

Mum baking a simnel came which we had a piece of when we'd returned from the Easter Sunday morning walk up to Peel Tower on Holcombe Hill. Once at the top we rolled the brightly painted hard boiled eggs that we'd prepared on Good Friday hoping yours wouldn't crack so you'd have a prize though I can't remember what it was, maybe I've deleted it from memory because I never won! The obligatory card made at school to present to mum & dad. All the Easter eggs I was given would be broken up & put in a glass sweetie jar to give a piece each to my friends when they came to play. All that is except the one from mum & dad, a Thornton's with my name written on in icing (that never made it into the jar, it was mum's favourite choc). For some odd reason I didn't like chocolate as a child, I've made up for it since! 

[smithfield in reply to nomoreheels]

Posh NMH  a Thornton's egg  and personalised.x

[Hidden]

My 2 sisters and I would sing and dance to the song "here comes Peter Cotton Tail hopping down the bunny trail" Then we would race around filling our baskets with a large chocolate bunny and chocolate eggs.

We used to think Peter Cotton Tail was the real easter bunny

[lainee]

Getting Easter eggs,  I can remember the excitement, as we didn't have sweets like they do now. Also getting a new outfit for church and painting hard boiled eggs. Xx 

[jillab]

 When my sons were little we always had to make Easter cakes, and I would make a simnel cake which they would have to make the disciples (marzipan balls) to go on the top. Great fun miss those lovely days.

 

[Cagsie]

I miss the pretty Easter egg boxes covered in flowers, bunnies and chicks. They were cut so that the egg peeped out of these beautiful images. Today the eggs are just advertising for the company. Children of today don't have the thrill of wondering what is inside the jewelled egg it's all laid out on the garish box. Am I just too old to think the thrill and beauty has gone ? Happy Easter to all xx

[Hidden]

We would walk to my Grandmas house in our new clothes, have a cup of tea and hot cross buns and then walk home. My Grandma always made the tea so strong and so sweet, swear that's why I can't drink strong tea now lol. We were so excited to get our Easter eggs,, but not until Sunday afternoon. I remember they were beautifully decorated with sugar flowers, little bunnies and chicks made out of icing and best of all  had our name on. X