I was young once, I remember it well. Easter was an exciting time when family gathered at a favorite picnic spot on Easter Monday. We usually gathered somewhere in Swaledale. It was often cold, but we’d wrap up warm and lay a picnic blanket on the grass. The traditional feast was home-made Simnel cake, ham sandwiches and chocolate Easter Eggs.
A yorkshire tradition was ‘jarping’ hard boiled eggs. It was a very serious game and sometimes kids cheated.
Egg jarping is a traditional Easter game. In English folk traditions, the game has variously been known as “shackling”, “jarping” or “dumping”.
The rule of the game is simple. One holds a hard-boiled egg and taps the egg of another participant with one’s own egg intending to break the other’s, without breaking one’s own. As with any other game, it has been a subject of cheating; eggs with cement core, alabaster, and even marble eggs have been reported.
On the way home, after the picnic, we’d stop off at a country pub, where the kids would get a rare treat, a glass of Shandy (lemonade and beer mix). Wow, kids drinking beer now, especially here in the US would be CHILD ABUSE! I enjoyed this type of child abuse, and lived to tell the tale.
Years go by and things change. I still enjoy Easter. It’s much more formal and sophisticated now. I have a grown up daughter who is soon to be married. I’m cooking Easter lunch for her and her fiance. It’ll be fun Mimosa’s, ham, lobster mac and cheese, lemon asparagus. A lovely lunch, but I still miss those Easter’s gone by. I miss the greenery of Swaledale, the fun of jarping eggs, but most of all, I miss my Mum and Dad. I know they’re watching over me though. HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!