Easter memories complete with frills . . .

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Easter morning at the old red-brick farmhouse of my childhood started off with an Easter basket (I had to sneak one or two pieces of candy before the big country breakfast) and some sort of stuffed animal. Then there were the church services at our little Baptist church, followed by a wonderful meal. Mama would usually fix ham, deviled eggs, fruit salad, homemade rolls, my favorite lime-pineapple congealed salad and other dishes, followed by dessert–coconut cake, perhaps or an egg custard pie. All washed down, of course, with sweet tea. In the afternoon, weather permitting,  we had an Easter egg hunt, my older sister Sara and I having dyed a goodly supply of them earlier. I can still smell that vinegar we mixed with the color tablets in those big melamine coffee cups . . .

Easter eggs

Easter eggs (Photo credit: StSaling)

Easter Sunday at St Andrew's

Easter Sunday at St Andrew's (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

"EASTER EGG ROLLING, WHITE HOUSE" &q...

"EASTER EGG ROLLING, WHITE HOUSE" "1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller" (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Deviled Eggs shot during the Inaugural Portabl...

Deviled Eggs shot during the Inaugural Portable Potluck Project on March 23, 2008. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And Easter Sunday meant new Easter outfits. As a child, I was always well and truly decked out from head to toe.

My mother was an excellent seamstress and made many lovely outfits and costumes for my older sisters and me over the years. But when Easter was approaching, she would visit Planter’s Mercantile in Greenville to shop for a frilly “store-bought” dress with a crinoline skirt. Lace-trimmed socks also were a must in white or pastel to match the dress, along with white gloves, white patent Mary Janes, a white wicker purse and a little bonnet for my blonde head.

While I love hats now, I didn’t care for them as a tot. There is a blurry photo of my older sister  attempting to chase me down and tie said bonnet to my head.  Oh, and I nearly forgot. Underneath all my Easter finery I wore a pair of “Rhumba panties,” the seat of which were covered in rows of frills.  In the days before seat belts and child safety seats, I would stand on the floor hump behind the front bench seat of our green station wagon. My sisters just couldn’t resist poppiing my panties, much to my chagrin.  I was always getting picked on–the lot of the youngest child. I wonder if Richard was teased by his older brother? And when he eats a chocolate bunny, does he start with the ears?

At any rate, here are some lovely Easter bonnets “with all the frills upon it” from around the world.

About fedoralady

I'm an LA native--Lower Alabama, that is. My husband of more than 30 years and I live here on a portion of my family's former farm with two gorgeous calicos and a handsome GSD mix. My background is art education, and over the years I've been a teacher, department store photographer, sales associate and a journalist. My husband, his business partner and I have Pecan Ridge Productions, a video production company, for which I shoot & edit video and stills and manage marketing. I also still write part-time for the local paper. I love movies, music, art, photography and books, and my tastes in all of them are eclectic.

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    • And a blessed Passover to you, S. When I got a little older, Mama made my Easter dresses, too. I remember dotted Swiss in pastel colors. Oh, she made so many wonderful clothes for us over the years. We dressed very well on a modest budget.

      • It was so normal that I didn’t know to appreciate it at the time. I think the last dress she sewed for was for confirmation — after that I became too stroppy 🙂

        • Mama kept sewing for me right through college–after that, of course, I was away. I remember people thinking I was wearing something from an exclusive boutique, and I was quite proud to tell them “mother made it.” When we moved back, she made a few things for me and it felt like old times. She made matching Hawaiian shirts from Benmy and me before our cruise in ’93. Too cute. 😉

  1. How interesting ! I never heard of Easter bonnets or Easter parade. Is it a typical american or anglo-saxon tradition ? There is anything like in Belgium or in France.

    • For many years, there has been a big Easter parade in NYC. In fact the song Easter Parade was based around that event. Some other cities and towns have adopted the idea. Many schools, nursing homes and daycare centers all over the country will have Easter bonnet craft activities and perhaps a contest for the best hat.
      I saw evidence of similar activities in the UK . . . and also in Trinidad. You will see in the next post some very extreme examples. 😉

  2. I want to ask you if is that really you in the cute photo above ? If that was the case, you have the same mischievious eyes and smile ! Perhaps I am mistaken …

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