EVeryone gives up something for Lent; I usually try to stop eating chocolate, and like a big kid, save up all the bars I would have eaten, and make a pig of myself on Easter Sunday.
I buy Easter Eggs for all the small kids in our big family; we would have a big family dinner get together, usually in my house.
It's traditional to have a Mass of rejoicing, which we Catholics are meant to attend; Easter is the biggest feast in the Church calender; it's celebrating the resurrection of Christ.
some towns have Easter parades.
There are Easter egg hunts all over the place, and the whole coutry turns into one big ocean of chocolate.
2007-02-24 22:29:10
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answered by marie m 5
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Our Easter celebration was a culmination of a week's preparation. My grandmother would prepare the Pennsylvania Dutch red eggs. When I turned 12, I had the responsibility of the three bean salad, also a Pennsyvania Dutch recipe.
On Good Friday, we would contemplate about Jesus dying on the cross. On Saturday my mother would boil three dozen eggs and then we kids would have a blast coloring and decorating them.
After we kids went to bed that night, Mom and Dad would put the baskets together, full of jelly beans, marshmellow chicks, and chocolate bunnies and eggs and kisses, each kid got a basket.
Then when we got up Easter morning, Dad would hide the eggs around the house. He would tape nickels, dimes and quarters on them. We would gather the eggs and put them in our baskets. Mom would be almost anal about counting the eggs, because she would say there was nothing worse than the smell of a rotten egg!
Sunday afternoon we would all gather round the table and eat ham and red eggs and three bean salad, and my Mom's potato salad too.
We were not a "churchy" family, but we had fun and took Easter seriously.
2007-02-24 16:54:43
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answered by Pixie 7
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I used to spend my Easter holidays with my grandparents in Luxembourg. There, we were told the bells did not ring for the 40 days of Lent because they had flown to Rome. During that period church services were announced by groups of boys who walked the streets with a sort of wooden rattle called "crecelle" that you turned round and round to make a sort of creaky noise. On Easter Sunday when the bells pealed again, we were allowed into the garden to find painted eggs which the bells had supposedly dropped overnight on their way back from Rome. These eggs had been hard boiled then decorated in the most wonderful way with dyes of various hues, on which additional drawings or decorations had been made. Parents who did not have a garden hid them indoors for the children to find.
There was always an arrangement of painted twigs indoors in a large vase with little birds and bells clipped on to the branches.
We all went to church and the services were full of joy and lovely music, after which we went home and the chocolate bunnies and eggs were actually given to us children as presents. At the end of lunch there was a lovely and light Easter cake served for pudding.
In the afternoon we went to a special Easter market where they sold spring flowers, wooden eggs and toys, and specifically little pots which had a mouthpiece at the side. When you put water in the pot and blew on the mouthpiece, the noise that came out was like birdsong. They also sold Easter cookies, special sorts of pancakes, and balls of pastry dipped in icing sugar called "Shneeballe".
My grandparents died; we grew up and no longer went there any more, but I have the most wonderful memories of those magical Easter Sundays. I kept the custom of decorating eggs for my children to hunt for and find on Easter mornings until they reached their tenth birthday. I still make the Easter branches arrangement with tiny birds and small bells because it is so pretty. Now that we live in UK, I make the British Simnel cake which has twelve marzipan balls on top that are supposed to represent the twelve apostles.
2007-02-24 16:02:30
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answered by WISE OWL 7
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I think their much the same everywhere.
Just a bunch of deluded christian types spreading their message of hatred and intolerance while eating easter eggs!
Try reading Richard Dawkins' excellent book The God Delusion. It will help to educate your mind.
It was the third highest selling book in the world last year and for good reason!
2007-02-24 23:05:08
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answered by Anonymous
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In my family the easter baskets were always hidden. Not in easy places either. We attend church at noon and rarely were baskets located before we had to leave. We found them in places like in the air ducts, hanging in the fireplace, in a suitcase in the attic, and even in the safe (which we did not know the combination to). Every year either my brother or sister would be crying before they found them, I just stayed in bed. :)
2007-02-24 13:53:48
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answered by Amanda 4
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Church (if one attends), Easter eggs, Easter Bunny, chocolates, and a large luncheon.
--That Cheeky Lad
2007-02-24 13:49:00
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answered by Charles-CeeJay_UK_ USA/CheekyLad 7
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Trip on acid, til you actually see the Easter Bunny...that or watch Donnie Darko.
2007-02-24 13:58:14
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answered by Anonymous
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This is really something to find that many all together. For someone like me who is just really starting to get involved with woodworking this was like letting me loose in a candy store and telling me I could have anything I wanted. That was my dream when I was a kid.
2016-05-02 13:30:22
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answered by ? 3
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Easter egg hunts. plastic filled with chocolates in them
2007-02-24 13:45:54
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answered by Hot Clarinets 1
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Buy eggs and gifts for the kids
2007-02-24 14:07:22
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answered by colin050659 6
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