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iOrru-OIrattpn ifAumU] ’'"hrMru The NEW BERN uu PUBLISHED WEEKLY IN THE HEART OP EASTERN NORTH CAROLINA 5t Per Copy VOLUME 14 NEW BERN. N. C., FRIDAY, APRIL 16, 1971 NUMBER 5 Yesterday was when we took our first born, a bright eyed daughter, to her first Easter egg hunt, down at Union Point. She had a very large basket for such a very small moppet, the better to tote home her findings, which might be con siderable. Arriving at the scene, it naturally behooved this student of human nature to survey the quality of competition that Jo Carole would have to contend with. It was immediately apparent, at least to us, that our child was by far the smartest, most in telligent one in the entire crowd. So much so that we had certain misgivings over not bringing two big baskets in stead of (Hie. How would we be able to cart the overflow home? Then the affair got started with activity much resembling the enthusiasm of ants con verging on a deceased June 'bug, newly discovered. For reasons we still can’t fathom, 25 years later„ those kids who looked awfully dumb compared with our own little genius found eggs everywhere they turned. Perhaps she was too excited to be systematic in her search. Sheus(^ the hop,skipaod jump approach. This may be ideal for the bunny hiding eggB. It didn’t work for her in locating them. Every juvenile we saw had several eggs. Some had so many it seemed likely they would end up with a double hernia. The only empty basket in the crowd telonged to the little girl at our house. It remained empty. Walking home together, in the bright sunshine, the two of us didn’t have much to say. Being philosophical at such a time wouldn’t have eased the disappointment. Oleta Stilley, at Emmie’s Flower Shop, can sympathize with us. She too, as a child, failed miserably at every Easter egg hunt she attended. Perhaps you were in the same boat, when you were young. According to Oleta, one of her teachers in grade school gave permission for such a celebration, with the un derstanding that each pupil would bring some eggs. No one but Oleta showed up with a supply of cackle berries. They had the affair anyhow, with her eggs, and she was the only member of the class who didn’t find an egg. Seeing as how she had been the lone provider, the teacher made the other children divide with her. During the Easter holidays our home was blessed with a visit from our two grand children, who live in Alexan dria, Va. The boy isn’t old enough to crawl yet, but Amy Stuart will soon be four. Cramp staged an egg hunt for her in our roomy backyard. She .stayed in the house, waiting impatiently, while we hid the things in the midst of flowers, shrubs and trees. There were 16 eggs in all. By the time the young lady rounded up seven eggs, we had plumb forgotten where the rest iCoiiUnued on page K) Some things are said silently. . . Fort Macon’s muted waUs speak loudly from a grim and violent past.
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