H.i all, I'm bus pass plus three! and I have very clear memories of the Easters of my childhood, one of the most powerful ones being the silence of Good Friday morning. There was no traffic on the main road outside the house. The baker arrived very early to deliver the pre-ordered hotcross buns but there was no delivery of milk, papers or post. The only shops open were fish and chip shops which only opened at midday to serve pre-ordered meals. There were no buses on GF but as we had a car we could go to relatives after lunch for the traditional family walk after which there was a slapup tea. Life-and its' inherent sounds-didn't return to normal until Saturday. I was allowed to have Easter eggs that day, they were lined up on the sideboard, but I couldn't break into them until after church on Easter Sunday. We visited an elderly great aunt ES afternoon and I was permitted to chomp my way through the smallest one to keep me quiet!! I imagine Easters followed the same lines for everybody back then because England in those days kept to very strict traditions.
Whatever your beliefs, I hope Easter will be a happy time for all of you.
Best wishes from Springflower.