Treasured Victorian Easter Traditions

To tell of Easter is to speak of hope.

As well it should be. For the holiday celebrates a promise of new life and the resurrection of one—that of Jesus Christ. His story unfolds from each pulpit on Easter Sunday, but also the days leading up.

The Thursday before hosts what’s known in England as the Royal Maundy. Each sovereign tailors the event in some way. During Queen Victoria’s reign, she determined the event be held at Westminster Abbey.  It is there that she addressed the congregation and upheld the tradition of distributing something much more precious than candy. . .

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Spring’s First Visitor


Pussy Willow wakened from her cozy winter nap,

For the frolicking spring breeze, on her door would tap.

“It is chilly weather, though the sun feels good;

I will wrap up warmly and wear my furry hood.”

Mistress Pussy Willow opened wide her door;

Never had the sunshine seemed so bright before.

Never had the brooklet seemed so full of cheer;

“Good morning, Pussy Willow, welcome to you, dear!”

Never guest was quainter, than when Pussy came to town,

In her hood of silver gray, and tiny coat of brown.

Happy little children cried with laugh and shout,

“Spring is coming, coming, Mistress Pussy Willow’s out!”

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