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Maybe not. I know the price of a dozen eggs had gone up again, although I have no idea what it is now. It takes me months to finish off a carton anyway. Sometimes when I get around to frying an egg, I notice that the expiration date stamped on the carton was at least several haircuts ago. (For the record, I go every five weeks.) But I do like hardboiled eggs.
Anyway, coloring Easter eggs has always been a big part of the holiday. Unfortunately, when I was growing up, our eggs never really turned out that great. The colors were usually pretty drab and uneven. Designs applied to the eggs using the waxy 'magic' crayon usually resulted in an unattractive, illegible design.
Finally, my siblings and I would pollute some of the eggs with the goofy stickers that came with the kit, or insert them in the little paper wraparounds.
Of course, Mom always bought the PAAS egg coloring kits. You can see the front of one of the boxes at the top of this post.
Here's the back of the carton (below). There's also a sheet with one of those wraparound stand-ups. They were pretty cute.
Anyway, I was surprised to see that egg coloring kits have been around for a long time, and that PAAS wasn't the only company making them. Here are some vintage boxes and kits that have somehow survived through the decades to make it to eBay.
This kit from the late 1930s provides kids with colorful transfers of famous King Feature comic characters to be applied to the eggs. There's Popeye, Wimpy, Olive Oyl, the Jeep, Blondie, Maggie and Jiggs, the Little King, Krazy Kat, Officer Pupp, Ignatz the Mouse and – Barney Google!
4 comments:
Does anyone else remember going to the Easter Egg Hunt at Cromwell Park?
I grew up in the Cromwell development and don't recall any Easter Egg hunts. This would be the 70's into the early 80's.
I think we used the food coloring that Mum had in the kitchen cabinet - probably all of it caused cancer if you ate a bucket-full of it every day for the next 20 years. I was never into it much anyway because I've always disliked the smell of boiling eggs, and eggs in general.
I do recall, as a little kid, "blowing" raw, dyed eggs for an "Easter Tree" some relative was setting up. Dad showed us how, poke a hole in each end of a egg and blow - hard! His eggs kept coming up "empty" and it took us a while to realize he was sucking the eggs' innards and swallowing. Doing so took Ol' Dad a couple steps up on the "tough guy scale."
These ended in the Sixties.
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