A Throw Back from April 2013 when I wrote about an Easter memory for Mama Kat's Workshop.
Shield’s IGA was a block and a half from my house as a kid. Junior ran the store employing not only his own kids but a bunch of the locals as well. At least three of my older brothers held jobs there in high school.
A special display of large chocolate bunnies caught my eye one spring. Solid chocolate with a real ribbon at the neck, they watched me with their sugar-dot eyes standing on the front of the cart as Mom pushed by the display. My mouth watered thinking about the chocolatey goodness of the bunnies, but their sheer size told me they were out of our price range. I didn’t bother mentioning them to my mother.
The car had barely come to a stop as we returned home from Easter services that year before my younger brother and I were rolling out of the backseat on a mission to find our baskets. Our house had no lawn, rather patches of mud alternated with patches of grass and dandelions. It was around one of the muddy patches that we found the most amazing tracks.
We inspected them closely and were convinced they were bunny tracks. There was only one small trail of the special tracks, but it was enough to lead us to two of the large chocolate bunnies I had been dreaming of.
Bill was the brother working as a carry-out at the IGA that year. We grabbed our bunnies and ran straight to him hoping he might be able to shed some light on the mysterious tracks in the yard or how the special chocolate bunnies had come to be ours. He laughed and assured us he knew nothing about our Easter treats. Eventually, we gave up our interrogation and turned our attention to bites of chocolate bunny ears. It was hard to stay focused on the mystery with that sweet taste on my tongue, but somehow I suspected Brother Bill knew the Easter Bunny a lot better than he was willing to let on.