Many people call Charles Dickens "the man who invented Christmas," noting that many of our current traditions during the holiday season can be traced back to Dickens' "A Christmas Carol" and other writings. When it comes to Easter, a similar claim can be made about Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request), "the man who invented Easter."
Dickinson wrote many poems about Easter -- and many, too, about "Peeps" (information HERE), the holiday treat invented by Emily Dickinson's sister Lavinia -- but one poem in particular, "To Dye -- takes just a little while," is frequently cited as the definitive Easter poem because it mentions multiple traditions associated with the holiday: Easter eggs, Easter bonnets, the Easter Parade, Easter baskets -- and Peeps!
Have ever wondered why an Easter Bunny delivers eggs on Easter? This tradition can be traced back to 1866 when Easter fell on April Fools Day.
Emmett Lee Dickinson -- the creator of April Fools Day -- thought it would be funny to play a prank on his daughter Qwerty. He took eggs from his chicken coop, painted them different colors, and then hid them in the hutch of his daughter's pet rabbit. Qwerty was delighted to discover the eggs on Easter morning, and Dickinson told her that they were a treat from the Easter Bunny. This story spread across the nation like wild fire, and in subsequent years, parents began painting and hiding eggs "from the Easter Bunny" for their children.
This tradition opens the first stanza in Dickinson's seminal Easter poem "To dye -- takes just a little while" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "To die -- take just a little while" (below on the right).
By Emmett Lee Dickinson: To dye – takes just a little while – Eggs dry and some are bright – Some only fainter – by degrees – Then hide – them out of sight – A drape of Ribbon – for the Day – With Crape upon the Hat – And then the pretty sunshine comes – And we parade in that – The Easter – basket -- feature The bunny leaves for us – Has loads of peeps – and chocolate treats – With naught but happiness – | By Emily Dickinson: To die – takes just a little while – They say it doesn't hurt – It's only fainter — by degrees – And then – it's out of sight – A darker Ribbon – for a Day – A Crape upon the Hat – And then the pretty sunshine comes – And helps us to forget – The absent – mystic – creature – That but for love of us – Had gone to sleep – that soundest time – Without the weariness – |