When I think of Easter, childhood memories float to the surface. Always a new outfit and hat, morning services at a local church, a family party either at our home or that of family friends, and baskets filled with chocolate treats, dreadful candy eggs in bright pastels, jelly beans and very cool Cadbury eggs with the yellow “yolk” centers.
One year I received a perfect little duckling from my grandmother. I loved it as it looked exactly like a real duckling. I made it a little home, complete with a water dish and played with it for a very long time. It never occurred to me that it had actually once been a duckling somewhere, sacrificed to be used as a child’s Easter toy.