Eight Boiled Eggs

Kingwell By Kingwell, 26th Apr 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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The year is 1955 and two young boys take part in a local Easter Sunday tradition.

Who can eat the most boiled eggs?

“Mom”, Harry announced as he and Evan entered the house, “we want eight boiled eggs for breakfast on Easter Sunday morning“. His mom frowned, “Surely you boys don’t want eight eggs, that’s as much as I’ve seen any man eat”. At fourteen, Harry felt like a man and was determined to prove it. Evan, who would be eleven in just seven weeks nodded in agreement, if Harry could do something, he would do the same. The two boys were uncle and nephew but Evan’s father had died when he was five and the boy lived much of the time with his grandparents. “Grandmother” as Evan always called her, flashed him her usual smile, “if I can get enough eggs I’ll cook them and then we’ll see what you can eat”. The year was 1955 and many families in outport Newfoundland, not only kept up the tradition of boiling eggs for breakfast at Easter, but it had developed into a contest with the young people to see who could eat the most boiled eggs! Whether or not there were enough eggs depended on the few chickens they kept, but usually the “hens” came through with the required amount - although no one dared ask for an egg for weeks leading up to the event.

A lesson learned.

On April 11, Harry and Evan together with ninety-five per-cent of the residents of the small community were at the Palm Sunday service at the little Anglican Church. Today was a happy one, but both boys groaned silently at the thought of the week ahead, for even children were expected to attend those special and mournful services during Holy Week. The days dragged by, with Good Friday being the most difficult but finally it was Saturday and both boys were looking forward to Easter. His mom informed Harry that she had the required number of eggs but still felt that their “eyes were bigger than their belly”. A warm spring sun greeted the boys on Easter Morning and already there was stirring in the kitchen downstairs. Soon they were sitting at the table waiting for their eggs, while Evan’s grandfather looked on in amusement. Harry remembered later that the first four eggs disappeared rather quickly, but by then he knew that he’d already eaten enough, but of course he wasn’t going to stop after all this was a contest, and he would boast about the feat to his friends later that day. After he had eaten six eggs, it became a task and he noticed that Evan was having problems as well. With a determination, that could have found a better purpose, he tackled the final two eggs and with bloated stomach arose from the table. It was then that he noticed Evan. With a resolve, not to be outdone, he had eaten seven eggs, but the last had proven too much for him. Harry had never forgotten that day or the fact that everything he ate for the next twenty-four hours had a strangely familiar taste. Years later he was to remember that he had never taken an interest in the annual ritual again, proving perhaps that even at such a young age he had already moved beyond what he would later hear his father refer to as nonsensical, at a time when many had to ration food on a daily basis. What strikes him most today is how desperate people were for something to break us the monotony of everyday life that such things were considered “entertainment“.

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Anglican Church, Boiled Eggs, Boys, Easter Sunday, Entertainment, Feat, Grandmother, Holy Week, Kingwell, Newfoundland, Palm Sunday, Tradition

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I am 75 years old and retired.I like writing short stories, poetry as well other articles of interest.

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author avatar C.D. Moore
26th Apr 2014 (#)

I wonder if he ever ate eggs again!
Another charming Newfoundland tale. Thanks my friend.

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author avatar Kingwell
27th Apr 2014 (#)

Thanks C.D. Yes he did eat eggs again but only one or two at one lol!

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author avatar wonder
27th Apr 2014 (#)

Amusing indeed.Wastage though, yet it was the way then.

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author avatar Kingwell
28th Apr 2014 (#)

Thanks for commenting.

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author avatar Randhir Bechoo
27th Apr 2014 (#)

Interesting read.Thanks for the share.

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author avatar Kingwell
28th Apr 2014 (#)

Thanks for your comment.

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
30th Apr 2014 (#)

interesting indeed...

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author avatar Kingwell
30th Apr 2014 (#)

Thank you Carolina. It's hard to imagine such things now - and it really wasn't that long ago!

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
1st May 2014 (#)

Thanks Kingwell. Those were the days when children prided themselves by imitating adults. Now they want to be left alone and need constant reminding even to have meals on time as they lose themselves in gadgets - siva

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author avatar Kingwell
1st May 2014 (#)

So true - thanks Siva.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
3rd May 2014 (#)

It is these sometimes silly yet wonderful traditions that make family, community and the best 0f memories...:0)

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author avatar Kingwell
4th May 2014 (#)

How true Delicia, thank you for visiting once again.

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author avatar Phyl Campbell
28th May 2014 (#)

Delightful tale. I can picture it easily!!

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author avatar Kingwell
28th May 2014 (#)

Thanks Phyl, Believe it or not I can still eat a boiled egg one in a while lol!

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