I know it sounds weird, but I enjoy the smell of vinegar. It brings back some awesome childhood memories of Easter.

When I was growing up, we always used the PAAS® kits to die Easter Eggs. My mom dropped the colored tablets into coffee cups and poured a certain amount of vinegar onto each one. I was fascinated by the reaction of each tablet as it fizzed and then exploded in a vibrant color.

In case you haven’t realized it yet, I like being just a little different. Always have. So when we died Easter Eggs, I wasn’t satisfied with having all of my eggs being one color. Oh no. I balanced the eggs on the thin metal wand as I doubled and even triple dyed them. By the way, if you dip them in too many colors, the eggs come out with a grayish hue.

Let me tell you, I was so excited to take my basket full of beautifully multi colored eggs to the Easter egg hunt at church.

At that time, we attended a small church with a graveyard beside it. All of the Easter Eggs hunts were held in there. I know some people don’t agree with that concept since they see it as being disrespectful. They have a right to their opinion and I completely respect that. But if the Lord doesn’t came back before I pass on, I would be honored to have a child find an Easter egg on my grave.

Why? First, life goes on. You know, it’s no coincidence that we celebrate Easter when the world is coming back alive; blooming, and renewing itself. I always want to be a part of that.

Second, I want somebody to read my headstone. Seriously. I enjoy doing that myself. After I learned to read, I would read over the headstones from where I had found a hidden egg. And after homecomings, I would walk around the graveyard and read over the headstones. They were real people who once lived and I wanted to know about them.

I even found the grave of a confederate Civil War soldier who was born in West Tennessee.

Again, I know people who don’t like to or aren’t comfortable with doing that. To be honest, I have never feared graveyards or felt uncomfortable in them. No, I am not morbid. Just the opposite for I know where real hope lies.

“Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.” Romans 15:13 (KJV)

And here’s another thought: Vinegar was and is still used in dying Easter Eggs and vinegar was offered to Jesus as He hung on the cross.

“Now there was set a vessel full of vinegar: and they filled a spunge with vinegar, and put it upon hyssop, and put it to his mouth. When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.” John 19:29-30 (KJV)

Vinegar is acetic and thereby helps bind the dye to the eggshell by eating away at the impurities on the outer shell and will even erode away some of it as well.
Hmmm? Something to think about.