The other day, I was thinking about Easter and growing up, what we did as a family. I remember mom would get eggs in preparation for Greg and I to dye them for the Easter egg hunt at our house in Newtonia.

When Easter Sunday came along, the first thing that my brother and I did was to head to the front door, to see if the Easter Bunny had come, giving us a Easter basket. Yes, he did, and left us a basket filled with candy, eggs and other goodies.

After eating some candy, it was time to get ready for church at Newtonia Baptist Church. There were times in my life that the church would even host an Easter Sunrise Service. During the church services, there was singing and a special message by the pastor.

After returning from church, we had the traditional Easter lunch, which consisted of ham, mashed potatoes, green beans, bread and other fine food. Then the fun began.

Mom and Dad would make us stay inside while they hid the Easter eggs outside. Fifteen minutes later, Greg and me went outside, with baskets in our hands and search for the colorful eggs.
Some of the places that my parents would hide the eggs included trees or in tall grass or even under bushes, which I would call “flie-degees” in my early years. You might ask, “Why call them flie-degees?”

I guess that I was scared that there were bugs under the bushes and if I went to collect the eggs, they would swarm around me and bite me. Being as courageous as I could, I sat down on the ground, eyed the eggs and slowly went in for the attack. My parents sat back, waited, and anticipated me getting the eggs. And yes, it took forever for me to get those eggs, but to my knowledge, I only had a few times that the “flie-degees” came about for me. They just swarmed around me.

To this day, I still chuckle about the “flie-degees.”

Have a safe and happy Easter and watch out for the “flie-degees.”

Todd G. Higdon is a staff writer and writes a weekly column for the Neosho Daily News. He can be reached at Follow him on Twitter at @toddghigdonNDN.