“A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.”

24 April 26, 2011

Filed under: Easter,Jodie,Tradition — memorykeepersisters @ 1:19 pm

That’s how many years I have been going to Bryce’s Cafeteria for Easter dinner with my family. My brother, Jamie, has eaten there for 28 years, and my sister, well I will spare her and just say she has eaten there for 30 years.

I would like to say that this is a Fairchild family tradition but really it started with my mother’s family, the Rogers. When she was little, they would go downtown (way back when it was located in downtown Texarkana, AR) and stand in line for the deliciousness that is Bryce’s.

Their menu is typical southern cuisine, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and some of the best creamed corn you will ever have in your life. Also, there is a chocolate pecan pie there that will make you weep after the first bite. (Don’t believe me? Just go try it!)

As a child, Easter meant getting up and getting dressed in some frilly dress that my mother picked out and going to church. During the sermon I would get anxious, watching the clock to strike twelve noon. Every year our family would shoot like a bullet out of church and be on our way to Texarkana to meet our Granny for dinner. Depending on the timing, you might stand in line for an hour; if you get there too late you might be in line for longer. You see, it isn’t just our family tradition, there’s a community of people in the tri-state area that make their way down to Bryce’s (I’m telling you, it’s that good!)

When I was little I couldn’t carry my tray, and that’s where Mr. Leo came in. You see, he and the other wait staff there have worked there for years. Mr. Leo has been working at Bryce’s for at least 24 and he carried my tray for at least 12. (after checking out their website, I can say that Mr. Leo has worked there 51 years!!)  There are always friendly faces that you recognize; in a sense it’s like coming home.

Check out their website and plan a trip, it’s worth it!


Easter Memories April 19, 2011

Filed under: Easter,Jennifer,Jenuine Memories — memorykeepersisters @ 7:31 pm

I love Easter for many reasons. I love the build up to Easter. As a child Easter meant Easter songs at church and getting ready for singing a special, which I did until I was 9 and realized I could barely carry a tune. Easter meant aisles of chocolate bunnies with pale blue eyes. Easter was a frilly white dress, anklet socks, and later pumps and empire waists. Easter meant baskets and plastic green grass that seemed to magnetize itself to every surface. Easter meant malted milk eggs, robins gum, and that one special Cadbury egg.

We stopped dying eggs when I was about 13. We decided to go all plastic. Before that time we dyed eggs on Saturday evening, hunted them all day Sunday and then ate them the following week as egg salad. The egg whites still stained purple and blue and a little mayonnaise and salt made a delightful sandwich.  But one year changed all that.

It didn’t happen on Easter. It happened about a few weeks later. Long after the supply of colored eggs were consumed.  My parent’s closet began to smell. At first it was just a slight smell. We blamed it on shoes and sprayed air freshener. The smell got worse as the days went by and my mother was certain that a mouse had met its maker amongst the dresses and slacks. Certain that we would find a furry carcass, we searched the closet floor to no avail.  Another day or two went by and the smell started to drift its way down the house.  Room to room was searched. That dead rat had to be found.

Every corner of the house was searched. If there was one dead mouse, we were certain there was a family of very alive mice awaiting their furry family member’s return. This mouse had to be found and given a proper burial toss or we would face a certain mousaccre  of rioting rodents. Every corner was searched. Every hole sealed. But the smell persisted. After all hope was lost an idea struck. My father had a memory– a sudden realization of just what the smell could be. It was then that my father reached into the top of the closet and found our Easter baskets, still full of Easter grass and one very stinky egg.

Needless to say the Fairchild kids had plastic eggs from that Easter on. We even found a way to use plastic egg sleeves on the plastic eggs.  We filled the eggs with candy, slipped a sleeve on the egg and boiled it for about a second. It worked, but all the jelly beans were soggy afterwards.

Being 7 years older than my brother and 12 years older than my sister, the hunting of eggs  had already become a little old for me. I wanted my candy, I didn’t want to have to put on a show of hiding eggs, and finding eggs with the babies.  And by the time my sister could enjoy Easter, my brother already found it old too. And the truth is you could easily hide eggs from someone who is as blind as my sister.  So in an act of what can only be called animal cruelty, here are the step by step instructions on how my brother and I hid eggs from my sister

  1.      Walk outside.
  2.      Take bucket of eggs.
  3.       Spin with bucket of eggs until all eggs have landed on grass.
  4.       Go back inside
  5.       Listen for Jodie to yell “Wow this is so easy you guys!”

I hope your family has a happy Easter. Hopefully after reading this story you will check your basket before you store it in your closet.

You can also check out my shop for my Easter cards, they would make great gifts for next year.