Happy Easter everyone! Whether today represents the cornerstone of your religion, or simply a day to get the family together for a ham, I hope you're enjoying it. My Easter present to you is a flea market find from this summer!
This is a very neat old package of Easter egg dyes. I love the graphic on it, and it's one of those times where I'm glad to have come up with this feature on my blog, because I really don't know what else to do with this guy!
In case you're curious, I found this article online about the Fleck's company and the Easter Egg dyes. They were in business from 1889 (as the package states) all the way until 1997, when the company was sold at auction. They also sold a variety of medicinesThat article dates my egg dye package from 1950-1960.
Dyeing eggs with my grandmother and sister is my main memory of Easter. When I hear the word, I smell the vinegar and hear the fizzing of the egg dyes dissolving in half a dozen different Corelle bowls. My grandmother would help my sister and I dye the eggs the night before Easter. When we woke up, they'd been hidden by the Easter Bunny, along with little gifts, all throughout my grandparents' house. We'd get our Easter baskets after we found all the eggs and presents, and then later on, all of my cousins and aunts and uncles would come over to my grandparents' house for a big dinner. But mostly it's the eggs, and my grandmother, that I remember.