Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1958-04-06
OF Love
.dnd Laughter
The Easter Tree. or
The Eggs Thdt Scrambled
By MARJORIE HOLMES

She spies it on table in the public library.
ooh, Monimy look look, an Easter egg treei"
Thoughtfully, examining it, 81 could make one
like that"
books and dinner hoping she'll forget. But she
steak for the REFRIGERATOR the minute you're home How
many can have. l0?"
Ten" you gasp. suddenly of the price of eggs
Now it's really not blowing out the insides
Firmly. "You can try it with two or three"
"T-h-r-e-e!" she walls. climbing purposefully upon
the kitchen counter to reach for and bowls only
to avert disaster provide them Also desparingy,
three eggs Intent and trihe grubby she squats there
pricking putting her hair in her and hem coming
sseeI. ioyousy ut works." And sure enough. there
comes dripping yellow slish With shouts of triumph and
means at broken shells she proceeds oh but I've simply
got to have more eggs
omeettes and soues you begin to dole them out AS
the table you're conscious of the busy little figure
in welter of paint string spilled yolks and eggshells,
laboring away.
Now for branches" she says. What those
things they hung pussy willows?"
"ForSythia, ! think. Ill from the yard"
You go outside and break of few branches You pro-
vide tall old and put it the dining table, as she
commands And there dead center she takes operations
tying on the fragile fruit.
Hey, get off that table" protests her brother And
how'll eat? That things pokng clear my plate
YES DEAR get down." You her bodily from her
masterpiece. Pleasantly surprised at its effect
the branches her father in from work
+ Look, Daddy, made it all myself" she announces
proudly And I'm taking it to my teacher tomorrow. an
Easter egg tree"
"whatP You didn't make it just for me?"
well. you look at it all through dinner she
generously allows, by the way whatre we having,
Mother?"
Are you kidding?" You give her fond little spank.
Scrambled eggs!"
The small fry ask:
How you to wait for Eastern" the small
fry ask. Mothers and fathers don't bit excited.
I'm always anxious to UP. but when it gets
day like this guess I'm glad I'm little Don't you
wish you little again? Not really little for keeps of
course. but just long enough to get rabbit
by the way, is the Easter bunny boy or girl?"
It's fun TO be q woman when go.
Older home from spring vacation. A
truck stops outside and florist up the walk.
Your husband says How're you and the kids fixed up
for Easter clothes? And this time when shopping
don't spend all on them"
With cooked to make they're asleep the
two of you begin annual rite OF boiling and colorng
eggs Dye cups parade the sink Deep yellow Red Blue
Remember how used to their water paints?"
yeah that almost fun you could make up your
own designs Say they smell kinda good think I'll eat
one with salt and pepper. How about you?'
You tiptoe around making nests in and behind
table legs Sacks rattle perch the chicks
the big chocolate and portion out the jelly beans
You hear their delighted shrieks they around
finding them.
Church bells ringing. Your teen-age daughter
clicks downstairs in rustic of petticoats tall bends
down for help with his tie Another urges Go get
ready yourself Nom shine my shoes" Eyes, dear"
says your husband how can help?" "Okay let's co."
you finally tell them-and look them over proudly your
very own family And set of feeling absurdly chic yourself
in last years hat refurbished with fluff of yelling and
rose ss.esN