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posted by [personal profile] orichalcum at 12:17pm on 02/04/2007 under
So, the two major spring religious festivals with which I am best acquainted have both developed auxiliary customs of "treasure-hunting" as a separate game involving both kids and adults. I'm writing this post because I was realizing from various conversations that the nature of these hunts varies dramatically from family to family, and I'm curious to see if I can get any sort of majority opinion on the most common practices.


Easter Egg Hunt: So, in my family, children would wake up early on Easter morning and run out to the living room. The first step was to find the mostly-empty Easter basket (except for the chocolate bunny), which was usually hidden in a fairly obvious place, like under the piano. Then, the actual hunt would begin, for about a dozen dyed hard-boiled eggs (depending on the number of children) and about 60-100 (depending on the number of children) inch-sized foil-wrapped solid chocolate eggs, which the grownups had carefully hidden in and around all the public areas of the house the night before - resting on picture frames, inside vases, and, most memorably, inside the guitar. It's very hard to get eggs _out_ of a guitar, for the record. Once all the eggs, or at least, all the eggs we could find (sometimes we'd find one or two months later) had been located, we could wake up our parents and settle down for a nice Easter breakfast.

Apparently, this is much more elaborate than in many homes. How did those of you who had egg hunts as kids do it?

Afikomen: At most of the Passover Seders I attended when of relevant age, the practice was for the adult conducting the Seder to hide the Afikomen, normally in a relatively obvious location in the same room as the Seder, and then for the children to find it. Whichever child found it turned it in for a reward (most often a book, although sometimes a small toy.) However, I've now been to other Seders where the child hides it and the parent has to find it, or where money is involved. What was your practice?

And, of course, this all begs the larger question of why we have these hunting rituals, which at least in the case of the Afikomen appear to be several centuries if not millennia old. One possibility is simply the practical answer that it gives children an activity to do without disrupting parents during an important religious rite. But this seems simplistic. To me, it evokes metaphors and images of spring and of the coming of new life and hope which is at the center of both Pesach and Easter. (Easter, of course, takes much of its symbolism directly from Pesach, given the nature of the Last Supper.) The good things/life have been buried or lost, and it is up to the child, the visible symbol of growth and new life, to find them and bring them back into the light. To quote the Calvinist motto of my dad's high school: "Post tenebras, lux." After the shadows, light. Winter is over! Let us celebrate the eggs and crocuses and babies of the world! We are free at last from the darkness.
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posted by [identity profile] foldedfish.livejournal.com at 05:32pm on 02/04/2007
"It's very hard to get eggs _out_ of a guitar, for the record."

...or a guitar pick, or most anything else. I've spent more time than I'd like with a guitar upside-down over my head, shaking at various angles!
 
posted by [identity profile] orichalcum.livejournal.com at 07:36pm on 02/04/2007
Yeah, I hear you. But at least guitar picks don't melt.

For the record, three-year-old sized fingers, should one have an appropriate cousin or friend's kid around, are perfectly suited for this task.
 
posted by [identity profile] bloodstones.livejournal.com at 05:37pm on 02/04/2007
In my family we got easter baskets with chocolate and other stuff depending on my mom's inclinations that year. One year all three kids and my father got 20" stuffed rabbits. They all ended up in my room eventually, though not by my choice. This is just one example of how my family puts things in my room and then accuses me of being a pack rat, but I digress. The easter egg hunt took place in our back yard and was usually for chocolate eggs and plastic eggs with other kinds of candy in them.

For seder the adults would hide the afikomen and the kids would hunt for it. Whoever found it would get maybe two dollars and everyone else would get one dollar. Since none of the 'kids', at this point ranging from 20 to 27, have had kids I actually still get to hunt for the afikomen when I got to seders. :)
 
posted by (anonymous) at 05:56pm on 02/04/2007
My family never did Easter egg hunts... We got baskets with candy (some combination of chocolate bunny, Cadbury eggs, little chocolate eggs, jellybeans, small stuffed animals) "from the Easter Bunny" early on, or at breakfast, post-Easter Bunny mythos.

I don't completely understand how egg hunts work, unless the parents get up early to hide them - don't hard boiled eggs go bad over the course of the twelve hours they're hidden, if the parents do it the night before? I asked Richard this, and he said his family never hid hard-boiled eggs, for that reason, and besides, ew, what kid wants hard-boiled eggs? His family's hidden eggs were all chocolate.
 
posted by [identity profile] hca.livejournal.com at 05:56pm on 02/04/2007
Uh, that was me, obviously.
 
posted by (anonymous) at 06:43pm on 02/04/2007
I don't know whether my family hid our baskets late at night or early Easter morning (we did baskets like you're describing that were then hidden (but not very well on account of size)). But it is unlikely that hard boiled eggs would go bad over the course of 12 hours. Uncooked eggs can be (more or less) safely left out for days at a time; many traditional cookbooks recommend always having a couple of eggs at room temperature. The hard-boiled eggs will generally be fine at room temperature for 12 or 24 hours. Sources on the internet will tell you that hard-boiled eggs must absolutely under all circumstances be eaten within 1-2 hours or refrigerated, but they'll also tell you that you should never eat rare meat and that I surely should have died by now from eating uncooked cookie dough made with raw eggs. The risks are greatly overstated. (I'm not saying that there is no risk, particularly if the eggs are cracked. I'm just saying that the odds of food poisoning/unpleasant eggs as a result of leaving them out overnight are very, very low.)

--Adam
 
posted by [identity profile] hca.livejournal.com at 06:48pm on 02/04/2007
Hey, that's useful to know. My mom is a fanatic about putting food away lest it spoil; I was shocked in adulthood to discover how many people leave butter out on the countertop all the time and don't die. ;)
 
posted by [identity profile] orichalcum.livejournal.com at 07:01pm on 02/04/2007
To be fair, my family tended to go to the opposite extreme - maybe because of European upbringing. Infamously, I refused to eat cooked meat till about 4, so my mom would give me fresh raw ground beef with seasoned salt on it, which I loved.

But I suspect the eggs were hidden around 10 or 11PM and found by 7:30 AM, so not that long in any case.
 
posted by [identity profile] contrariety.livejournal.com at 11:52pm on 02/04/2007
Huh. In my family I believe that while we were going to church the arrangement was that one parent would stay home and do the hiding while the other took us to church. After we stopped going to church... I THINK that we'd be either locked into or out of the house while hiding occurred in whichever part we weren't in. Certainly my parents never got up early to do it before we got up... once at Christmas was enough for them!
 
posted by [identity profile] gee-tar.livejournal.com at 06:23pm on 02/04/2007
I suppose my experience is slightly unique being an only child, so I never had competition in finding things.

My parents would hide baskets full of candy, toys, etc., throughout the house and what I would hunt for on Easter morning before church. The baskets and toys (usually rabbit-themed) were the same every year, but I never really played with them except around Easter week.

After church (during which there was an Easter egg hunt immediately following the service), my parents and grandparents would have an Easter meal, at the end of which my Dad would hide the hard-boiled eggs I painted the day before outside in the yard. Being young and stupid, I would run around, find the eggs, bring them back to him, at which point he would simply hide them again while I was continuing the search until I started recognizing that I already found that particular egg.

Lots of hunting I suppose, but I'm not sure if there's a deep anthropological reason behind it. I just found it fun.
 
posted by [identity profile] kidsnide.livejournal.com at 07:14pm on 02/04/2007
We start the seder with the afikomen in the cushion that the leader "leans on". The kids steal it (almost always during the soup course since, in my family, serving soup is "men's work"), and then hide it. After dessert, the leader searches through the house for the afikomen, fails, and then ransoms it back from the kids.(*)

-KS

(*) Except in one memorable year during which my grandfather, who was leading the service, tried to ransom back the afikomen for an insulting small sum. In this case, the leader searches the house 3 or 4 times over the span of two hours while all the other adults sit around complaining about wanting to go home. But some nights truly are unlike all other nights...
 
posted by [identity profile] orichalcum.livejournal.com at 07:38pm on 02/04/2007
Serving soup is men's work? Along with barbecuing? How random. :)

(Although, given the gender ratios in your family, it probably makes sense to have a slightly larger percentage of things be "men's work.")
 
posted by [identity profile] kidsnide.livejournal.com at 07:49pm on 02/04/2007
I think it has more to do with the fact that serving soup in my family takes an extraordinary long amount of time since each person has to be asked what they want in their soup, and the server needs to go around digging in the pot to make sure that he gets the right combination.(*) The acting patriarch serves the soup while the younger adult brothers take orders and give out bowls.

It's all quite needlessly complicated...

-KS

(*) There are also aesthetic issues such as making sure that Sabra’s traditional “one carrot and two knadles” order doesn’t come out looking obscene.
 
posted by [identity profile] orichalcum.livejournal.com at 08:37pm on 02/04/2007
LOL. I take it this has happened? Huh. When soup choice is given at all, I'm more used to a system where one places the solid ingredients in the bowl oneself (mostly the matzoh balls) and then the broth is poured over that. I suspect this is more efficient.
 
posted by [identity profile] retsuko.livejournal.com at 07:17pm on 02/04/2007
I never looked for eggs at my parents' house--the baskets were waiting outside our doors when we woke up. But the church easter egg hunts were memorable. The kids from the youth group (later including myself, when I realizeed that hiding can be a lot more fun than finding) would hide hardboiled eggs for the little ones, and there was also a spectacularly wonderful lady who had an egg hunt at her house after church on Easter Sunday, in case any child had missed the egg hunt.

I've noticed this year that the requests for eggs are not for hardboiled ones, but for plastic ones with "age appropriate goodies" inside. I'm not sure if that's code for "NO CANDY", so I've gotten some little bunny-shaped erasers instead.
 
posted by [identity profile] retsuko.livejournal.com at 07:19pm on 02/04/2007
It should be also mentioned that the above-mentioned church lady once said to my Mom's face, "I used to think the flute was a creally crappy instrument until I heard you play it!" Mom was non-plussed, but I thought (and still think) it was hysterical.
 
posted by [identity profile] ladybird97.livejournal.com at 07:52pm on 02/04/2007
In recent years, we've changed the tradition in my family from "grownups hide the Afikomen and kids hunt" to "big kids hide it and little kids hunt." I think this started when I was in college and my cousins Micah and Eli were still small enough to hunt. Eli still remembers the year I hid it in the piano :) (Between the keys and the cover, and well-wrapped - there was no risk of crumbs in the piano!) Lately, it's been Eli and Micah hiding it for the little ones.

I never really thought of the deeper meaning behind all of the hunting connected with Passover and Easter, but I like your interpretation :)
 
posted by [identity profile] contrariety.livejournal.com at 11:56pm on 02/04/2007
Man, I miss easter egg hunts. That and halloween. It is an enduring sorrow to me that I will never, never again get to do either of those things myself. There's just something really fun about hunting for goodies! (I'm sure if I have kids I'll enjoy taking them, but it'll be different.)

Anyway. I wonder if the easter egg hunt isn't perhaps just an elaboration of the actual need to go hunting for eggs (with the obvious attendant symbolism of eggs, of course)? If you have chickens that you don't keep in a coop, egg hunts are a fact of life...
 
posted by [identity profile] outlawradio.livejournal.com at 04:02am on 03/04/2007
New Radio family ritual: Dad hides the Afikomen in plain sight (the dryer, this year) and Reillycat "finds" it (with my help).

Also, my mom always hid dyed hard-boiled eggs the night before Easter and we'd look; after we found them all we'd get our candy basket and eat breakfast.
 
posted by [identity profile] apintrix.livejournal.com at 09:07pm on 03/04/2007
We got our baskets with chocolate eggs and suchlike in the morning, and then went to church; although when we were older we went to Easter Vigil instead and skipped Sunday morning. At some point parents hid the hard-boiled eggs we'd dyed; in the garden on nice days, in the house on rainy. Then we found them, and sometimes then we hid them for the 'rents to find, which was if anything more fun. Although there was one regrettable incident on a rainy Easter when an egg I had hidden was not found, but later turned out to have been in the crook of an ornamental lamp-- it exploded when the lamp had been on for a few hours, later that day. You can still see the discolored crater on the shade. Good times, good times.

Then, massive egg salad.

The egg dying was much more fun than the egg hunts, though, particularly when some friends of ours started the trend of making pysanky instead, which is *fabulous*. I still have a kiska and wax lying around somewhere. We stopped doing it as much, though, when the place where we got black dye closed and the new black dye was cheap and discolored too easily. http://www6.shizuokanet.ne.jp/kishimh/EGGworld/egworlde.htm

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