Posted by: carolyn / through a widow's eyes | April 8, 2012

Sweetest Story Ever Told

I have things to say about Easter hitting hard the families where one is missing, but so far it’s just a swirling mass of empty sadness, so in the meantime I’ll just put up yet again The Sweetest Story Ever Told:

Our family’s Easter tale

Those who have heard this before, please indulge me once again. Or scroll on by, whichever.

The Easter that our daughter was a year old, Jeff shook me awake hours before dawn to whisper urgently, “Easter basket for the baby! We don’t have anything for her!”

She was only a baby, after all, and would not know the difference. I murmured “Oh, well”, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Jeff did not.

He got up and went out into the cold dark world to search for goodies to make an Easter basket. This was in the days before 24 hour drugstores, and nothing in town was open. He ended up at L.L. Bean, 20 minutes north of us, whose claim to fame is that they are always open. This was also in the days before Bean’s had candy, stuffed animals, and all sorts of tempting doodads mounded in bins and bowls by every register. The only thing he found for a one-year-old was a songbook and companion cassette of traditional music for children. He brought it home, rummaged around in the cellar until he found a suitable basket for it, and, since we had no candy in the house, also placed in the basket a single red pear from the fruit bowl on the kitchen table.

The songbook and tape became a perennial favorite throughout Anna’s childhood, and every year since then I made sure there was a red pear in her Easter basket.



  1. Yes…it is a very sweet, wonderful story. Hugs…


  2. I love this story and I had not read it before, but even if I had, it is worth reading more than once.




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