For as far back as I remember, our family tradition has been to dye and decorate boiled eggs on Good Friday.

My Mom carried on the tradition faithfully until her 85th year.

I started the tradition in my own home the year our daughter was born 38 years ago and haven’t missed a year since.

Yesterday, I thought I’d try my hand at freestyling faces on a few non-dyed eggs. I’m certainly no artist.

It a was fun all the same, and many memories of Easters past came flooding back.

Even in retirement, and with no family visiting due to Covid restrictions here, joy can be found in revisiting the past by little exercises such as this.

“Traditions bring continuity to one’s existence, but this sort of continuity is precisely what has been increasingly lost
throughout modernity.”

Lars Fr H Svendson