We had a wood/coal burning stove when I was little so every morning Mama had to go out and get some wood and a bucket full of coal to start the fire. Every Easter Mama would wake us up so we could wait for the Easter Bunny to come and then she would go out and get the wood. She would go out the back door and shortly the front doorbell would ring. It was him!!! He always came when Mama was outside so she always missed seeing him. We would rush to the door with Nana right behind us, and there would be a basket for both of us on the porch, then Mama would come running in with an armload of wood saying "Did he come? You mean I missed him again?" Of course now I know it was Mama who rang the doorbell, but even now I wonder how she did it because she would have to run awful fast to get from one door to the other in such a short amount of time.
Anyway, here's the collage:

Notice the picture in the bottom left corner. Yes I still hunt eggs. The second picture in the upper row shows us in the first of several Easter dresses that was hand made by my nana. I would wear it again at my Kindergarten graduation later that year. The center picture is me and my Nana on my first Easter. The bottom right corner is another home made dress year. I loved that dress because it had little purple flowers all over it. We got bunny rabbits that matched our dresses that year.

This is one of my favorite shots of me and my sister. Apparently it was a very windy day, but this is just such a precious shot with our wispy hair blowing and our little skirts ruffling in the breeze. Dig the shoes, man.

This is the same day a while later. I wanted to stay outside and play in my dress and Mama wouldn't let me. My cousin Greg wanted to take a picture with us, but as you can see I had pitched a small hissy and did not want my picture taken. It looks like I had taken the scissors to my bangs, but I can't confirm or deny that.

OK, this is the shot that defines the Easter Bunny experience for us. The doorbell had just rung and we were coming in from getting our baskets. We were so excited and man I can just fell the energy and joy coming through this shot.
I wish I could still get as excited about holidays now as I did when I was a kid.
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That's what I'm here for, bay-bee
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