An Easter Egg hunt tripped my competitive switch. Staying
in a bungalow close to the beach on the grounds of the Fountainebleau Hotel in Miami Beach, we
experience one of the few family vacations that included my parents and siblings.
I have snippets of memories of that trip in the 1950s, that are fueled by a couple snapshots in photo
albums, two or three stories told and retold like a family myth and a searing
sense of physical pain when a coin toss meant I did not win the biggest,
lushest Easter basket I ever saw.
When he had the opportunity, Dad retold the story of how I
embarrassed him by falling asleep at the dinner table at white table-cloth
restaurant. I remember chasing after a red stone that my brother repeatedly
tossed into the pool at deeper and deeper depths to teach me to dive. I remember an argument with my mother not
allowing me to go into the pool after particularly bad sunburn and eventually
compromising on wearing a long sleeve shirt in the hot Florida sun. And, on Sunday
after church, I remember the Easter egg hunt.
With 'Ready, set, go!" a bunch of kids, a quantity smaller
than my first grade class began lifting leaves and pushing back petals to find
eggs in a hotel garden. There were boys and girls younger and older than me. I
remember my brother, too old to participate, acting as my coach, encouraging me
and urging me to hurry. At one point I stopped to count the eggs in my basket
and turned over the entire basket, dumping out the eggs. Clearly a setback, but
it didn’t stop me. I’m sure it took encouragement, I refocused my search to
find the most eggs.
The competition closed when no more eggs could be found. The
judges, who to me were like adults in a Charlie Brown cartoon, legs to the belt
line, counted the eggs in my basket.
Behind them on a ledge stood the Easter basket with stuffed
bunnies, sand pail, shovels, rakes, cars, jelly beans and chocolate. I had the
most! I won the basket! And, so did a boy, bigger than me. The judges conferred and a coin flip, it was
determined, would break the tie.
He won the basket. I got the quarter and a memory that has
lasted fiftyfive years. It taught me about the importance of a good coach, about fairness not being fair and about not stopping to count your eggs.
Happy Easter.