The Bunny Trail.

The nice folks at Hershey were at BlissDom. Candy. My biggest weakness. Well, that and wine. But I’m off track here.

And they sent my family this great Easter Basket! I’d selected my favorite candies and color of basket, and grass. (Do you call that stuff grass?)

Our first (and only?) Easter Basket c/o Hershey #BlissDom

Anyway, as you can see, it’s filled with yummies. Is it obvious I’m a Reese’s fan?

My very favorite Easter candies c/o Hershey #BlissDom

There is no doubt that this will be for the entire family. And for those of you who think I’m actually hiding it in my office, it’s not true. (Not anymore.)

So Hershey asked if I’d share my Easter memories and traditions or tips. Being an honest soul, I told them that I’m Jewish and do not celebrate Easter. Never have. They didn’t care. Not a bit.

So here I am. With the first Easter basket I’ve ever had. Ever.

And since I clearly cannot share an Easter memory, I’d like to take a few minutes and share a Passover memory. Hey, it’s the same time of year, so why not?

So here goes:

When we were little, my great-grandfather (we called him Zayde) led the Seder. It was a long, long table with all my cousins and aunts and uncles. There was a plastic covering over the table cloth at the kids’ end of the table. (They didn’t trust us??)

The service was long. We read







Not like we do now. Now, we do an abbreviated version. We’re big fans of the 30-minute Seder.

So my Zayde used to hide the matzo – the afikomen, as it’s called. And we kids – all 9 of us – would scramble to find it. And it was always in one of two places….

1) in the piano bench, or
2) under the table cloth where Zayde sat.

But even though it was never a challenge, it was always fun. I loved having all those people together. Doing the same darn thing, every single year.

My Bubby (great grandmother) and Zayde have been gone for a long, long time. But there isn’t a holiday that goes by that I don’t think of them. I credit my mother for making my childhood holidays so full of family and love. Thanks, Mom.

I just hope that I am giving that joy to my children, too.

Whatever you celebrate this Spring, I hope you find joy in your family and friends.

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