Roccoscalegna – Men in Tights


Easter in Abruzzo was colorful. After the solemn procession on Good Friday, we enjoyed this amazing display in Roccoscalegna on Easter Monday. This wonderful village is 20 minutes from my new home. Can’t wait to live there full time.

Picnic in Swaledale – Easter’s gone by!

SwaledaleI 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!

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Easter Memories

My very first Easter memory was a picnic on a chilly Easter Monday in the Yorkshire Dales.

We would load up the car with folding chairs, blankets and lots of good food and head out into the countryside. It was always cold, but a wonderful experience. The daffodils would be in full bloom, and the early lambs frolicking nearby. I liked Easter as a child.







Many Easter’s came and went, but the next one that stands out in my memory is 1988 when my daughter was young.

I showed her how to dye Easter Eggs in the same way as my mother had shown me, with flowers and onion peel. It was fun.

We also went for a walk to find the perfect branch to put in a vase and decorate ‘German Style’. It was a cold day, but my young daughter skipped and hopped and danced along the country path, enjoying every moment of it.

I miss those special days, but as the years pass by,  life changes and we celebrate special occasions in many different ways. What am I doing for Easter today?, meeting my now 27-year-old daughter for Easter Brunch.

When you get together with your family, it is always a special time.

Enjoy it, treasure it, and remember it.