Easter —Do Memories Outweigh the Taste?

Easter —Do Memories Outweigh the Taste?


The former bakery across the street from my Grandparents on South Street Cowansville, Quebec- Photo Linda Seccaspina


Each Easter my Grandfather would walk across the street to the bakery on South Street in Cowansville and purchase a large chocolate rabbit for myself and a hen for my sister Robin. They had frosting trim, stood three feet tall, and were stored in bright colourful boxes full of enough shredded paper to start a good fire. What Grampy thought we were going to do with this amount of chocolate one only knows, but my Grandmother knew exactly what she was going to do with it.


Mary Louise Deller Knight was going to freeze what was left over like everything else that found its way into her kitchen. She was positive the the life span in her freezer was forever and fit whatever she could into the tiny overflowing compartment. Mary would take the half-eaten chocolate creatures outside to her personal tree stump and bash them to death with her trusty hammer much like she axed a frozen turkey in half each Thanksgiving. A few months later in July, she would make some delicious chocolate cake with the frozen leftovers for the annual Oyster Supper that my dad convened at Trinity Anglican Church. I never heard of anyone being sick with food poisoning at that dinner so I would like to think whatever Mary did with her leftovers was always within the health code.




Photo- Ville De Cowansville-–  South Street-my Grandparents home was right next to the telephone booth and I can see the Dairy down on the right.


Not content with his parents giving his overweight daughter an Olympic size piece of chocolate my Father would hand me a traditional Laura Secord Egg bought at Varin’s Drugstore across the street. When that yellow box came out the family would ooh and awe much like it was a piece of Easter gold. To tell you the truth I never cared much for the taste and sometimes that Laura Secord egg  was still hanging around in some drawer come summer. Today,  I have a different sentiment about the Canadian treasure and I wonder why I disliked it so much. I guess it’s because nostalgia makes it a special memory that tells me a story about my childhood that I find comfort and joy in. No matter where you are when you celebrate a holiday it will forever trigger memories that are always going to be with you. I miss the days when life was simple.

Happy Holiday weekend!




Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun and Screamin’ Mamas (USA)



Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  30 Mar 1961, Thu,  Page 51–click on the photo for the whole ad.


About lindaseccaspina

Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda was a fashion designer, and then owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa on Rideau Street from 1976-1996. She also did clothing for various media and worked on “You Can’t do that on Television”. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off on American media she finally found her calling. She is a weekly columnist for the Sherbrooke Record and documents history every single day and has over 6500 blogs about Lanark County and Ottawa and an enormous weekly readership. Linda has published six books and is in her 4th year as a town councillor for Carleton Place. She believes in community and promoting business owners because she believes she can, so she does.

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