1969 - In a park in Lisbon, Portugal, my parents hid Easter eggs for my sister and me. My dad, the family artist, painted each hardboiled egg with slithering snakes, lady bugs, butterflies and other intricately created creatures. We ran around in the sunshine, finding eggs in the bushes and putting them in shoeboxes my dad painted, in place of baskets. Hmmm... funny how the Easter Shoebox didn't become a Miles family tradition.
1972 - Back in San Francisco, my sister and I hunted for Easter eggs in the yard of our cottage at 325 18th Avenue in San Francisco. Here, with a grin on my greedy little face, I'm showing off my bounty of candy-stuffed baskets and eggs.
1974 - In my grandparents' backyard on 23rd Avenue in San Francisco, my sister and I strike Sears catalog poses. We're wearing the patten leather shoes and dresses Grandma bought us. In this photo, as I'm preening, I'm probably dreaming of the huge See's Bordeaux milk chocolate egg in my basket.
Happy Easter, everyone!!