In my family, we don’t really have Easter dinner, go to church, or really even get together.
One thing that never fails, every year, is the traditional Easter Paddle Ball. Every Easter morning, along with our baskets full of yummies, we had a few toys, one of which was the paddle and ball on a string. This toy was usually destroyed within the day, but Mom never gave up hope.
The holiday just wouldn’t be the same without the paddle ball. 
So, anyone else have Easter traditions to share?
Easter Traditions? None.
Unless you count the day after Easter when I go buy several bags of “on sale” chocolate eggs and bunnies.
I got a weird one:
On Easter, all my family members call each other up and say, “Happy Easter Oyster Egg.” Say it out loud; it doesn’t mean anything, but it’s fun to say. No one knows why we say this. My great-grandmother, who was hands-down the most amazingly wonderful person ever, used to send a basket of Easter lilies every Easter with a card bearing this curious inscription. Presumably she had a reason for it, but none of us were on the ball enough to ask about it before she died, in 1981.
Happy Easter Oyster Egg.
My grandfather had nine kids, most of whom were parents themselves. This meant a family way to big to meet in anyone’s home (especially our modest, working class houses.)
At one time, 1968 to about the early eighties, my grandfather had a small financial stake in a bowling alley in Clairton, Pennsylvania. Said bowling alley was closed on Christmas and Christmas Eve, Thanksgiving and Easter, the three big family holidays for us.
Well, can’t let a space that size go to waste. We would hold family potluck dinners there. Afterward, Pap would turn on the pinsetters and we’d all bowl a few games.
We still have the dinners, but at the Sons of Columbus hall. The bowling alley, sadly, is long gone.
The Easter Spider visits our house.
My mom got sick of two things: 1) doing creative (new) bunny stuff each year, and 2) having one of our sisters always find most if not nearly all of the loot in the household egg-and-jellybean hunt. So, she invented the easter spider, who gives the poor bunny a hand on Easter. The spider spins a web of yarn around the room (or rooms), and each child winds up one strand to get to their basket (at which point, they can start gathering eggs and jbeans). Being a kind-hearted spider (speaking from a younger child’s perspective), the spider provides SHORT strings for the little (or less skillful) kids, and a LOOOOOOoooooong string for the kid who always finds everything before anyone else even got two steps into the room. My sister still usually ended up with more loot than the rest of us, but it was closer to an even split.
Now, our kids are enjoying the visit of the easter spider… hey, it works!
My mom used to have little “follow-the-clue” hunts for us Easter morning, where we’d get a clue on a slip of paper. Following that clue correctly led to another clue, and so on, eventually leading to your Easter basket. Hidden along the way were candies, eggs, and assorted other treats. When everyone had found their basket, it was free-for-all on any remaining uncollected candies and eggs.
This eventually became too much work (there are a lot of us!), so she started running yarn from point to point, each person having their own color, eventually leading to their own basket. Again, candies and such were hidden along the way. The patterns of string became increasingly complex, to the point now where my siblings and I are making full-blown house-filling webs at my mom’s place for our kids.
I was sick this year, and missed-out contributing to the complexities of the web. 