We had one when I was growing up. Dad would find a small tree and bring it into the house. Mom and I would “blow out” eggs, and dye them. But then Mom would paint them with events from the past year. The old eggs would be put onto the tree, and the new ones would be part of the Easter Egg hunt Easter morning. I still have the one that said, “Teddy’s 1st Easter 1957”. We tried to continue this tradition, but the tree fell over one year and broke 90% of the eggs. Then the next year, one of the toddlers thought it would be cool to break every dyed egg we had on the drying rack. So…that was the end of that.
Oh, thank you so much for sharing your story. I grew up with Easter trees, because of the snow and ice in the mountains, our Easter trees were inside as well. We had lots of omelets before Easter, so many eggs had to blown out, so we could paint them and/or decorate them, so they were hang on the tree with the old ones. My grandma had a shoebox full of my earliest creations, she treasured them until she died. Sadly, I didn’t. I threw the box away.
Just like your story, this wonderful tradition came to a halt and I never restarted it.
The eggs add a nice splash of color to the beautiful white blooms… pretty!
A nice juxtaposition of eggs and blossom
I am pleased you liked it.
Lovely!
OH! it’s an egg tree!
We had one when I was growing up. Dad would find a small tree and bring it into the house. Mom and I would “blow out” eggs, and dye them. But then Mom would paint them with events from the past year. The old eggs would be put onto the tree, and the new ones would be part of the Easter Egg hunt Easter morning. I still have the one that said, “Teddy’s 1st Easter 1957”. We tried to continue this tradition, but the tree fell over one year and broke 90% of the eggs. Then the next year, one of the toddlers thought it would be cool to break every dyed egg we had on the drying rack. So…that was the end of that.
Oh, thank you so much for sharing your story. I grew up with Easter trees, because of the snow and ice in the mountains, our Easter trees were inside as well. We had lots of omelets before Easter, so many eggs had to blown out, so we could paint them and/or decorate them, so they were hang on the tree with the old ones. My grandma had a shoebox full of my earliest creations, she treasured them until she died. Sadly, I didn’t. I threw the box away.
Just like your story, this wonderful tradition came to a halt and I never restarted it.
Beautiful
Thank you, Sanjay (love your name)
Thanks ma’am,,