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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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On this hijacked pagan festival day that the christians call Easter, a spring fertility festival, in the UK we celebrate with chocolate eggs. Germany and most other places celebrate with eggs made of egg.
So what happened?
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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marc
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Registered: March 2003
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In one place, the chicken farmers took an idea and ran with it.....
In another a chocolatier came up with a brainstorm and cleaned up.....
It's not the party that matters....
It is the one that sends out the invitations....
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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pimple
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Location: USA
Registered: March 2006
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Greetings Boss
I'll bet the farm that chocolate leads to more 'fertility' than egg ever will!
It is the bunnies that get me. Around here the chocolate bunnies ALWAYS lose their ears to the horde of hungry griznoids before the sun (or son) has risen.
Regards
Simon
Joy Peace and Tranquility
Joyceility
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cossie
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Location: Exiled in North East Engl...
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I don't know whether the South of England capitulated earlier, but in Scotland and the North the 'real' egg held sway until the late 1960s, especially outside of major towns. Some eggs, after being hard boiled (or, occasionally, blown) were coloured with water paints or enamels; by and large these were kept rather than eaten. The majority were hard-boiled wrapped in pieces of brightly-coloured cloth, or coloured vegetable matter such as onion skins, crocus or daffodil petals; if Easter was late enough, gorse petals were a favourite. These pieces were kept in place by a larger piece of cloth, tied around the middle. When cooled, the eggshells were a kaleidoscope of colour. Most communities had some sort of Easter event at which prizes would be awarded for the best-decorated egg, and on Easter Sunday morning there would be egg-rolling competitions - in reality, an excuse for a bit of lunacy in order to smash the eggs prior to eating them. Chocolate Eggs and Easter Bunnies were not unknown, but were by no means common; generally, the Easter symbol was a lamb rather than a rabbit.
Like much else in our folk-heritage, the traditions fell to the onslaught of commercialism in the last quarter of the last century. By the mid-1990s, even the traditional British turnip lantern at Hallowe'en was in retreat before the inexorable advance of the imported pumpkin. Sic transit gloria mundi!
For a' that an' a' that,
It's comin' yet for a' that,
That man tae man, the worrld o'er
Shall brithers be, for a' that.
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