Easter tradition challenge

I have been the lucky recipient of two lovely little gifties from bloggers, and in the spirit of RAK , had wondered what I could offer as I am not crafty. Today I was talking to my Dad and feeling a little nostalgic, and had an idea. I would love to hear about other people's easter traditions, and will choose one in some random manner to receive a gifty from me!

The reason for my nostalgia is that my Dad told me he is busy working towards the annual northern NSW vintage car rally, being held in Armidale this year. Now this sounds boring, and when I was a kid I thought it was. My Dad is a vintage car enthusiast, and every easter there was a rally somewhere in the state to attend. Off we would go in our 1928 Buick, freezing cold with blankets, or stinking hot. I always wanted to go somewhere normal, like my friends. Sydney, the beach, camping, anywhere! But as I got older I missed what we had, our whole family, together, doing familiar things in different places, with the same other families every year. The adults were all friends, and the kids were all friends, for 2-3 nights you would spend time in a motel with your "club", going in each others cars, swimming in motel pools, doing the whole vintage car thing! My uncles, aunts and cousins were also involved. As I said, back then I hated it, or maybe I loved it and was just embarrased by how kitch it really is.

We were always the family that ran late. Luckily Wittig brother number 5 soon took over from Wittig brother number 1 (my Dad) as the family always late, when his little kids came along. The whole Armidale club would be waiting at the meeting point for the Wittig family to arrive on good Friday morning to take off on the long journey, to support each other in case of break downs or road rage from people who hated convoys of slow vintage cars! Apart from the fact that we were just plain good at being late, we were also probably still indulging in our other Good Friday breakfast tradition. Pan -fried oyster patties!! My Maltese mother used to buy the fresh bottled oysters, use the water from the bottle to make the batter, dip each oyster in it, cook, add a dash Worcestershire sauce (not sure if that is very Maltese!) and Bob's yer uncle! My husband nearly vomited when introduced to this tradition. I never cook it here.

When I married Trevor, Easter became almost a non-event. Trevor is normally sowing, ploughing, or in times of drought, feeding cattle. Nothing different, just an annoying time to him because he has to give his station hand time off for public holidays, meaning he has to do all of the work. I stay at home alone, with the kids, not wanting to leave him alone at Easter (should change that idea!). I have been very sad and resentful at Easter the last few (7) years.

This year we have been invited to a Sunday brunch for Easter!! I am looking forward to it so much. Although a 9am start for brunch seems a tad extreme!!!!!!!! Regardless of having something to look forward to for once, while talking to my Dad, I almost wish that I was there helping him do silly things at the vintage car rally.