@OmSigDAVID,
David's reply reminds me..
I had, er, a rich aunt and uncle. Those are child's words, but the words weren't far off. They lived in an extremely nice block in Brentwood, a few feet off of Sunset Boulevard. Large lot, pool, and so on. I didn't go there often, especially since we lived in the east many of those years, but also not often when we did live somewhat adjacent. I gather, in retrospect, that we were to be avoided except in kindly spurts, but that was also vice versa, no blame from here, now. I've spent enough energy considering family grudges, which can be complex.
I remember certain things.. the leather covered chairs in the den, the dog.. my aunt's voice (from Boston, and therefore boston irish, she had taken elocution instruction in the early nineteen hundreds). The living room and massive decorator christmas tree. The ribbon candy.
And the easter eggs. They were undoubtedly popular in a lot of places, but new to me as a child. This sort of sugary egg form, with a window to cutsies inside the egg form, and fancy wavy decoration outside. I admit to remembering liking those. I think that got tossed sans an attempt to eat the crusty thing - I suppose it didn't look edible.
I prefer those saved and dyed eggshells of Mrs. H - and yes, there was some playing with wax in the decor (I forget, we also did hardboiled eggs, and the elaborate ones were probably those) - plain old fun. But I didn't just not like that fancy egg thing.
