Thank You, Easter Bunny

Abby, Aunt Jodie and I headed to my Mom and Dad’s place in southeast Kansas for a little Easter frivolity. Gina was on injured reserve with a bum shoulder and didn’t make the traveling squad this time. Abby and Jodie held a traditional Easter egg dying party on Saturday.

My Dad’s sister Barbara and her husband, Sherril, came to town to visit Grandma Dailey, who now resides in an assisted living center in Parsons, Kan. Jodie, who’s working on a genealogy and oral history project, spent Saturday plumbing the depths of Grandma’s memory. At 93, Grandma’s got a lot of stuff to remember.

Barbara and Sherril, along with Rex the dog, held a rendezvous under the Keebler Elves’ tree in the front yard.

For the second year in a row, the weather on Easter Sunday precluded hunting eggs outside, so the Easter Bunny hid them in the living room.

All the eggs were at ground level, so Gramps and Abby got down low to find them.

On the way home, we found this giant Easter Bunny monument on the highway outside of Joplin, Mo. Abby didn’t like it. She told Aunt Jodie not to get too close.