Easter in Richmond… white dogwoods, symbolic of Jesus on the cross, pink dogwoods a dash of color among the white, azaleas, stunning in their brilliance, purple wisteria languidly dripping from branches…aren’t we grateful to be living in Richmond, Virginia?
Harry Stilson’s photo collection includes a bouquet of floral photographs. He even took ‘moving pictures’ of flowers. Not sure why since they looked pretty sedentary to me but they’re a pleasure to see what grew here in the early 1900s. He also documented Spring in all its glory and especially Easter. Byrd Park had an annual Easter egg hunt and I don’t know if the Stilson grandchildren participated or not but they did get baskets filled with candy. The evidence is below:

 

Grayland Gang at Easter

Grayland Gang at Easter

The older girl is Minnie Arnold, a Grayland Avenue neighbor. She pops up frequently in Harry’s pictures and took photographs with her own Brownie camera. Her next-door neighbor, Mr. Stilson, developed them for her. I even have a picture of her with her camera, reminiscent of so many pictures of Harry, camera in hand. The other kids are Howard and Norma Kathleen Lynch, my father and aunt and the background is Grayland Avenue.
Another tradition in Byrd Park was the May Pole and of course, Harry documented the celebration. I remember my mom making me a blue dress for a May Pole (what do you call it? Dance? Wrapping?) Whatever it’s called, I was a participant of that whatever at Miss Susan Gary’s play school in Bon Air. I probably wasn’t as graceful as these girls are but our home movies include scenes from the May Pole dance . Obviously, May Day is worth recording both in the early 1900s and the early 1950s.

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May Pole at Byrd Park

Richmond offers a multitude of Easter activities, from egg hunts to the Easter Parade on Monument Avenue. My aunt, Margaret, wasn’t in a parade but her grandfather, Harry, labeled the picture “Margaret out on the town” so she was kind of “on parade.”

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Margaret dressed up on Grayland Avenue

 

My mom has barbeque, potato salad, and all the fixin’s for about 120 people every year.  Originally it was the Sneed family, but now it encompasses a large “extended family”. The egg hunt is massive, four separate areas, about 750 eggs. It won’t be the same this year without my aunt, Sue Bahen, egg-hiding supervisor and assigner-of-ages-and-areas-for-hunters but we’ll feel her presence. For decades, my grandmother, Sue Sneed Fleming, made about 100 little construction Easter baskets and filled them with jelly beans. All of the cousins have cherished memories of running to Momee for our little paper basket and a hug. Memories like those don’t die. Like Spring and Easter itself, they are resurrected and are kept in our hearts forever.
The “extended family” I mentioned includes my niece’s brother-in-law who visits from the Netherlands. His girlfriend told Mom that wisteria is called “blue rain” in the Netherlands. Yeah, I can see that. Whatever you call it, it’s elegant but somehow decadent. When I’m not cutting it back and cursing it, I’m in love with it. Just like I’m in love with Richmond, especially this time of year.
In summary, Richmond is a delight in the Spring and a joy at Easter. Parks beckon, parades amuse, and children’s laughter rings out as they discover yet another colored egg, maybe even the prize egg at the Sneed Family Easter egg hunt. Go on, make some memories. And don’t forget the camera. One day Richmonders will be poring over your images and feeling grateful to live in RVA.

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