The last car backed out of the driveway about7 p.m., and my wife and I looked at each other with tired smiles. We survived another Easter gathering.
The prizes? Silly, fun stuff mostly. Giant bubble makers that looked like “Star Wars” swords, water pistols, inflatable baseball bats, miniature kites and little helicopter blades you spin in your hands and release for a few seconds of exhilarating flight.
That last item was especially popular this year, and for awhile, the front yard looked like a plague oflocusts.A few of them banged into flying kites, and a couple got shot down by some military-minded kid with a water pistol.
I cooked a 25-pound turkey. Someone brought a gigantic ham. Others loaded the kitchen counter with salads, veggies, breads, pasta and fruit. One entire table was filled with desserts.
Eating got into high gear right away, of course, and afterward, everyone spilled outdoors for the egg hunt.
When it was over, many took food home for later appetites. Even so, we were left with a fair amount of turkey, ham, green beans, cookies (of course) and a half dozen brightly-decorated cupcakes.
I cruised the yard and collected discarded bubble swords, punctured baseball bats, a couple dozen disabled helicopter blades and a trash bag of plastic cups, paper plates and half-eaten cupcakes. I also found a couple head scarves, a pair of sunglasses, a camera lens cap, a baseball cap, one small sweater and a child’s jacket.
As for the eggs the kids missed, I’ll find them the next time I mow.