Vintage Easter Memories
This month, I can't even contain my excitement over the amazing vintage Easter décor rolling into my shop, especially the German candy containers!
Easter is my favorite holiday and fond memories of my childhood come flooding in when I gaze upon our vintage Easter items in the store. I remember our baskets teeming with treasures and trinkets of the Easter persuasion: dark chocolate oranges that we got to crack on the hearth, Peeps (not my favorite), sugar cookies from Savages Bakery in Homewood, Alabama, and a Christmas-caliber spread of gifts.
That begins my recollection of many Easters trying to get all five of us children out of the house in one piece and to church on time. Between ripping us away from our new gifts, mending that one and only pair of white tights with dental floss, and bandaging sprained ankles (all before Sunday school), I don't see how my parents did it. What child would want to leave their newly rescued (live) bunnies and go sit quietly in a pew? Not the Butler children. We were a hot mess, but we were dressed to the nines!
That's what all of these Easter trinkets do to me. They make me remember. I believe that's why most people bought them then and why they still buy them today. Nothing brings back the joys of childhood quite like these things. You can really just feel all of that joy when you pick them up, like there's some weird, mystical energy exuding from them.
I can imagine how it felt to be a post-war mother eyeing one of these whimsical objects in the candy shop window. I see her working all week just to be able to spare the few cents it cost so that her children could have something to pry open on that morning. I feel the anticipation it created as their small hands fumbled the edges until finally it broke open with a “POP!” that echoed in its cardboard chambers. And there inside lay the prize of what was probably mediocre pastel pure sugar — much like today!
I miss the days when mothers took their children’s baskets to the florist to have them wrapped in cellophane and topped with a large bow and the color of shoes was bone white, not stark white. Bring back the bonnets and bows and specialty candies and please, PLEASE stop selling Peeps year-round. It's blasphemous.
From the girl who ruined every Easter dress she owned, who won every $20 golden egg at GranDot’s (because she cheated), and who stole all of Heather Phipps’s eggs out of her basket while she stood there and squalled — HAPPY EASTER!