It’s about this time of year that I start to become consumer confused.
I’m talking about the fact that since Australia Day I’ve been munching on lamingtons, Elegant Rabbits and ANZAC biscuits.
I don’t understand why supermarkets bring out the Easter goodies before we’ve even polished off the last of Grandma’s Christmas butter biscuits.
A friend told me that she asked at her local supermarket, just out of curiosity, why were Easter eggs being sold three months before the main event. The response?
It’s what customers want.
I think it’s a little bit more about what the supermarkets want the customers to want and therefore shove it in our faces until we think we want it and therefore buy it.
Anyway, I am leading to a point here.
I have decided this year, rather than groan at the supermarkets shoving Easter down my throat and being thoroughly over it by time Easter gets here, I am going to bring back a few traditions of my past.
You could say I grew up in a faaaiirrly Catholic home, the holy water in the hallway would have been a giveaway to most. While I don’t practice Catholicism anymore, I do miss many of the traditions which as a child meant to me, ‘woo hoo, here comes Easter’ and everything that goes along with it, the holidays, the chocolate, the hot cross buns.
Hmmm, possibly the religious message of Easter may have been a little lost on me?
In my eyes, the excitement of Easter started on Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent. Lent for me meant oily fish fingers on a Friday night and the weekly lighting of our wreath. Built from polystyrene foam and green crepe paper, fire safety was obviously not paramount at our house evidenced by the three purple and one red candle shoved into it. The lighting of each candle signified the four weeks leading up to Easter and the end of Lent.
Don’t ask me what it all meant, the colours of the candles and why we did it, I don’t know and even Catholics Online couldn’t help me in my understanding of it. But needless to say the lighting of the candles and the shared meal of seafood (or whatever was in my fish fingers) is something that has stuck with me as a special time spent with my family.
Hence, the bringing back – or should I say creating new traditions at Easter this year. We have made our own wreath from leaves and twigs collected from the garden (I was going for something a bit more natural than the wreath of my childhood) and each Friday night we have lit a new candle and given thanks for our family and friends.
I am finding the countdown via the candles means to the kids pretty much what it meant to me as a child, ‘Woo hoo here comes Easter,’ but for me now it also means, probably what it did for my parents, spending time with my family and remembering what Easter is all about, family and friends, not buns and bunnies.
Do you have any traditions you continue from your childhood? Or perhaps new ones?
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