All families have traditions that make them unique. With Easter on Sunday, I thought I would share a Berglan family tradition-- throwing dyed eggs in the street.
When I was a youngster, we used to go to my grandma's house for Easter. She lived at the top of a big hill in Marion. One year, we threw our dyed eggs on her sidewalk. They, of course, exploded into a million pieces and made a huge mess. We loved it! The tradition continued every year after.
My parents began to host Easter lunch when my grandma's health began to deteriorate. The tradition held fast, though. We began throwing the eggs in the middle of their road. We added new challenges, like hitting the railroad crossing sign, seeing how big of an "explosion" we could make, and seeing who could throw an egg the farthest.
As a classroom teacher, I continued the tradition with my kiddos. I would prepare enough hardboiled eggs for all my students to get two or three, and we would spend the afternoon before Easter coloring the eggs. Most of the students in my class had never dyed eggs, so they LOVED creating vibrant shells with designs and color combinations. After the eggs were (sort of) dry, we would go out to the playground and throw them in the grass. (I am sure my maintenance staff loved me for that!)
My parents are coming to visit this weekend. I now hold the responsibility of figuring out where we will throw eggs. If you drive down my street on Sunday, don't be surprised to find some evidence of one of my favorite Berglan family traditions! :)