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(From left) Angie is shown at Easter along with her cousins Julie and Lisa, sporting brand new sunglasses, and Beth at their grandmother’s house in the mid-1980s.

Sharon Bicker/For the Herald
Lifestyle Editor

Every year around this time I catch myself singing “In your Easter bonnet with all the frills upon it, you’ll be the grandest lady in the Easter parade.” Those wonderful words of Irving Berlin just roll off my tongue.

Since I've never been a big fan of Valentine's Day, I've always looked forward to Easter. February can't end fast enough for me. Chills go up and down my spine when I see the first boxes of Cadbury eggs hit the shelves. I love Cadbury eggs like I love ice cream. They are absolutely divine — a little piece of heaven wrapped in a colorful foil wrapper.

Over the years I've perfected my own way of enjoying a delightful Cadbury cream egg. I carefully bite the top off first leaving a small hole to lick the creamy, sugary middle. The way I eat a Cadbury egg reminds me of the old Tootsie pop commercials that were aired during Saturday morning cartoons when I was a kid back in the 1980s. A curious kid walks up to Mr. Turtle and asks him, “How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie roll center of a Tootsie pop?” Since Mr. Turtle doesn't know, he sends him on to Mr. Owl who only gets to lick number three and eats the whole thing. The commercial ends with the answer, “The world may never know.”

I start licking the inside of the egg with every intention of licking the entire center but something always goes wrong and I just start biting into it instead. I guess I'll never know how many licks it takes to get to the bottom of a Cadbury egg.

When I was a kid, I loved to run down to the living room to find all kinds of goodies in my basket on Easter morning. My parents were pretty clever with my basket. I remember, on two occasions, receiving 45s. I still have these records. One was Julian Lennon's only hit, “Too Late for Goodbyes,” and Mac Davis' “Hooked on Music.” I can remember taking Julian Lennon's record over to my grandma's house on Easter Sunday and playing it countless times on her record player for my cousins to enjoy.

Unfortunately if records were placed in Easter baskets today, most kids would have no idea what they were. Just thinking about that almost makes me lose my appetite for a Cadbury cream egg.

I always looked forward to the Easter basket I received at my grandmother's house. She always made sure that my six cousins and I received our favorite candy. Besides my cream eggs, I loved getting these tiny little egg cartons filled with chocolate eggs. Since egg cartons have become a major part of my life, this memory is a little more special to me now.

One of my favorite pictures from when I was a kid is of me and my cousins Julie, Lisa and Beth standing behind my grandmother's kitchen table with our Easter baskets. So what makes this picture so special? Well, Julie, Lisa and I are standing behind our Snoopy Easter baskets wearing these really big, dark sunglasses.

My cousin Beth, who was the only one not wearing sunglasses, looks like she can hardly control her laughter. The three of us look like little mini versions of Shaft.

To top it all off, we have  really goofy smiles on our faces like we’re just too cool to show any teeth.

Happy Easter a little early and I hope to see everyone on Saturday at the Clinton Herald’s Home Show.

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