Easter fell on April Fools Day in 1985. Thus, less than a week after Great Grandma Murphy’s funeral and again we were having a gathering at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house on Kruss. I don’t have any specific memories of the holiday, but know that we conducted our usual Easter Egg hunt. For many years, someone would always prepare colored hard-boiled eggs and every family member would have one (with our name written on it in white crayon) hidden somewhere in the house of the Easter host. After we ate lunch, we would engage in a hunt to find our own specific egg. Finding others didn’t count. These were always enjoyable affairs that I remember fondly.
Grandma and Grandpa always had an Easter baket for each of the grandkids, although I would suspect that it was around this time period that the practice discontinued. I was thirteen at the time and getting too old…and too fat…for that anyway. These are photos from April 1, 1985 – Easter Sunday – from my Grandpa Murphy’s collection.
Denise and Susan line up their Septic Tank Kids.
Debby and my Dad kick back, while I curl up Indian style in my fatboy sweats
Karen is excited for the Easter egg hunt and apparently Lori, Cathy, and Mom are not
Grandma Murphy serves up the traditional Easter pretzels and Goebel beer to Bev, Ed, and Diana
Dad snoozes while Debby protects my Vans slip-on shoes. Note the family tree hanging on the wall.
Bev looks approvingly at Karen, who is in training for Andrew and Abby.
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