I’m not sure how or why it started, but every Good Friday for my entire childhood (and my older siblings, so before my time) my family packed up fish in foil, salads galore, marshmallows, hot cross buns and headed ‘down the creek’ on our neighbours property.
A handful of other local families would join in the day, the footy would eventually end up waywardly kicked into the fire, the kids would catch yabbies or walk to the nearby waterfalls along the old railway line. Debates over politics and football (both had equal billing) would go long into the evening around the fire. A dog fight would inevitably break out under somebodies chair. My family don’t do camping, not like Matt’s intrepid crew, so this was my childhood ‘camping’ – Good Friday down the paddock by the creek.
My siblings and I decided it was high time to bring the Easter tradition back into vogue, especially now with a new generation needing to experience the creek day. This time on Easter Sunday though not Good Friday, so a leg of lamb was packed instead of the flathead tails. A fire was lit, spuds thrown in the coals, the eggs were hidden by Grandpa, my niece Chloe rode her horse down, the kids were hardly to be seen as they entertained themselves by the creek all day. My 91 year old Nan even made a special appearance, four generations once again at Easter down by the creek that has run through our lives.
This is why we made the decision to move home.
Hoping your Easter was spent with lots of family, good food shared and bulk chocolate.
Do you have any Easter traditions or does it change every year?