The Philadelphia Story, Part Eight

Perhaps this post should really be called Evenings With Peter Rabbit, or rather A Morning With Peter Rabbit, as we join in on an Easter Egg Hunt! The Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts is celebrating the promise of spring by putting their eggs in a number of undisclosed baskets, so to speak, on April 24^th from 11am to 1pm for children 10 and under to find somewhere within the grounds of the Kimmel Center Plaza. Harried parents in attendance breathe an unburdened, collective sigh of relief that they don't have to do it--and it's free.

Easter was a big deal for me growing up as I did in a relatively Catholic household because my father would make a grand show of things, creating poetic clues written on little pieces of paper that he'd scatter around, leading us kids to the eggs and prizes he’d hidden in the backyard somewhere. I loved it. Although I didn't necessarily understand the religious underpinnings, it was simply thrilling enough, waking up on Easter morning to discover huge chocolate bunnies, Peeps, jelly beans, and alarmingly colored plastic grass stuffed in glorious white wicker baskets for us too, wrapped in cellophane. And of course, I’ve always had a penchant for pastels.

Thanks, Papa.

Stay tuned as eveningswithpeter.com ventures forth in its coverage of PIFA through May 1.

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