When we were growing up Daddy always set aside a corner of one side of the pastures where the grass would grow really high by the time Easter rolled around. Of course by then it was all brown from the winter. We called this the "hay meadow". Daddy would load all of us up in the station wagon to take us to hunt Easter eggs. He must have gotten up mighty early to hide all those bright colored candy eggs. Where he got the money to buy them is beyond me. We were not well to do by any means. And then there was Mama. She would stand there and watch us color the boiled eggs for Easter as well. Some years it would rain on Easter and we weren't able to go to the hay meadow so the eggs would be hidden in the house in a certain area.