Sunday was a cloudy but festive day in Memorial Park for about 100 kids from
local orphanages. An Easter egg hunt started at 10 a.m. when a fire engine blasted
its horn. Boys and girls, ranging in age from 2 to 6, dashed throughout the
park, yelling and screaming, walking and running, and quite often, falling down.
One little girl, Amanda, found her first egg less than a minute after the horn
blew. Instead of putting it into her basket and continuing to search for more,
she sat down. Then she spent the next 10 minutes examining it, unwrapping it,
and eating it piece by piece. When she finished, she put the wrapper into
her basket, wiped her hands on her white dress, and went to hunt for another
Jeff, one of the older boys, filled his basket to overflowing. He asked one of
the firemen to hold it for him, and then took off running for more candy eggs.
As soon as he found some, he put them into the basket of the child closest to
him. Two little toddlers both saw a candy egg at the same time, and they both
bent over to pick it up. They banged heads, and both of them sat down bawling. A
couple of volunteer nurses picked them up and told them that everything was
going to be all right.
By 11 a.m., the
search was over. Most of the kids were studying their candy, exchanging it with
others, or eating it. But then the fire engine horn blasted again, causing
three-year-old Jenny to cry. A fireman on a bullhorn told everyone to gather
around, because a special guest had arrived.
was settled, the Easter Bunny climbed down out of the fire engine. The bunny was
6'6" tall. Most of the kids cheered and ran toward him. Even Jenny stopped
crying for a moment. She stared at the bunny and at all the kids running toward
the bunny; then she started crying even harder. The Easter Bunny hugged the
kids, and they hugged him. Then the Easter Bunny sat on a fire engine step, and
one by one the kids came up, sat on his lap, and got their pictures taken.
After that, the older kids were allowed to explore the fire engine itself.
festivities ended about 3 p.m., when the orphans climbed into the buses for the
return trip home. Most of them said they had a fun time. Six-year-old Sara
asked, "Can we do this every Sunday?" And more than one boy asked, "Can I drive
the fire engine next time?"