Large turnout for Easter at MCF

Published 9:57 am Monday, April 1, 2013

Brock and Chase

Brock Whalen, 5, and Chase Brawley, 6, of Cassopolis, inventory their haul of 43 eggs.

 

CASSOPOLIS — Between warmer, sunny weather, more visitors than expected, generosity and recovering durable plastic eggs hidden last year, it was a very good Good Friday at Cass County Medical Care Facility.

Addison Wilson, 4, of Dowagiac, raced to the back and did so well vacuuming the courtyard lawn of brightly colored plastic dust bunnies, she shared a few of her finds with first-timer Isaiah Cates, 3, of Elkhart, Ind.

Her mom, Jennifer, teaches second grade at Kincheloe Elementary School.

“My sister’s mother-in-law works here and invited us. This is our first time,” Wilson said.

Despite an afternoon free of school, Brock Whalen, 5, and Chase Brawley, 6, of Cassopolis, who have grandparents living at the MCF, still found themselves doing math.

The boys immediately plopped down on the patio and inventoried their haul of 43 eggs. They have been coming for three years.

Egg hunts are blink-and-you-miss-it moments not recommended for anyone but the punctual. They start at 2:30 and are over at 2:31.

One fellow found himself stuck behind two tractors and missed it.

At the MCF, however, the mad scramble is an appetizer before traipsing back inside to color eggs, make tote bags and wash down decorated cookies with punch to the delight of their equally excited elders.

Six-year-old Eddie Rixter, of Cassopolis, lit up dipping an egg into blue dye like a doughnut into morning coffee.

It was Diana Masters’ first Easter at the nursing home, so she didn’t know what to expect.

Masters, who started last June, is no stranger to being an activities director — she’s done it for eight years and “totally enjoys it” — but more children materialized than the 15 anticipated.

Originally from Detroit, she returned to Michigan after two years in Quincy, Ill., “a very boring town on the Mississippi River.”

The MCF’s 200 eggs were hidden mostly in plain sight across the dingy, dormant grass, with a few higher up on windowsills or in the crotch of a tree, where they were still low-hanging fruit.

Maybe so they would all be found this year.