•March 23, 2016•

By Mike Brothers
NP Managing Editor

Easter can be a confusing time for kids, especially for a very young Oh Brother with a single song repertoire - Davy Crocket.

It wasn’t long after my cousin Judy and I had to leave church on Easter because of my singing the wrong hymn that I began to learn the other side of Easter.

You know, the one where these days you get the same volume of candy as Halloween, only instead of everything being black and orange, it’s pink and lilac.

During the 1950s we hadn’t caught on to the capitalistic side of Easter yet.

Our town had a giant Easter Egg Hunt at Taylor Field, home of state champion Harrisburg Bulldogs.

Held on Easter weekend with the Lions and Kiwanis Clubs going together for the project, it was a tradition that has since passed.

One reason is because this meant spending nights boiling eggs in giant vats, then coloring them every color of the rainbow.

Not only did they spend hundreds of hours boiling and coloring eggs, they taped coins to several of the colored eggs.

There were all kinds of eggs with dimes and nickels and quarters taped to them.     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.