A Georgetown Childhood Easter 1955-1964
My Georgetown Easter memories are succulent and sweet.
On Easter morning, sausages and scrambled eggs, which my father called “rambled screggs,” were the order of the day. My sister and I were never hungry for this sort of sustenance, and my father’s scrambled eggs were always runny. We were itching to search for the chocolate eggs that my parents had concealed in every nook and cranny of our little house.
We would however pause during our orgy of greed to devour the delectable and alluring hot cross buns that my mom always prepared at Easter time.
Across from our house on Elizabeth Street in the Swanick subdivision was what seemed like a vast field, which began burgeoning with splendid wild flowers and catkins around Easter time and which was home to various and sundry creatures, including the rabbits that I now know were Eastern cottontails, one of whom made his home in our backyard for a number of years. I called him Junior and fed him carrots and Swiss chard.
Not hot cross buns.
Easter was a special day for Junior, who inhabits my realm of memory as a symbol of joy and fertility.
Eastern cottontail – Wikipedia
Happy Easter to one and all!
Your friend,
Robert
Robert McBryde – robertmcbrydeauthor.com
