18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, March 23, 1913: Easter Sunday. Quite a few joined the church this afternoon. I would have like to but decided otherwise. The Bunny didn’t bring me any eggs. Rufus got three and Jimmie got two.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Lots of “whys” today . . . .
1. Why did Grandma decide not to join the church? She occasionally mentioned catechism classes that must have been preparing her to join the .old McEwensville Baptist Church. I’d think that she would automatically join when she completed the classes, but I don’t know much about what joining a Baptist church entailed.
2. Why didn’t Grandma get any Easter eggs? Grandma’s little brother Jimmie was just 7-years-old; but her sister Ruth was 21. It doesn’t make sense that the Easter bunny skipped the child in the middle.
You might enjoy this previous post on dying eggs with onion skins:
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That does seem a bit odd. (#2)
Hmmm… I’m Baptist and attended church from the time I was an infant, but we didn’t have catechism classes (I wasn’t familiar with the word until I read it here in your blog). We joined church once we were old enough to understand about Christ dying to save us.
I think it’s sad that Grandma didn’t get any eggs. 😦
I’m sad for her too! I went back to read the post on using onion skins to dye eggs. What a pretty shade of red/pink in your photo. I was thinking about making the coconut eggs, but feeling way too lazy to get the coconut from scratch.
Grandma’s entry is mysterious. Maybe she meant “attending” rather than “joining” the church. Maybe she just wasn’t able to go for the Easter service. Sad about the eggs though. And I’m going to try that onion skin dye!
Maybe they had to find the eggs and she didn’t find any.
Well, Happy Easter to her granddaughter!
I feel bad too that she did get any eggs…could be brother and sister found hers. Church was sure different then, today it seems to be very casual.
strange about church..perhaps later diary entries will clarify. Even stranger why Ruth got some and Helena didn’t…not to mention why she didn’t share any.
Sounds like Jimmy was to fast on finding all the eggs. Maybe he didn’t share? Once when we were kids, we were spending Easter on the farm with my grandpa so my parents hid our baskets around the farm. My brother got up and found everyones for them before we even got out of bed. I remember being kind of sad about it.
Aw! No eggs? No fair!
In my family, all the children get the same amount, haha.