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A Strange Easter

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For the last fifteen years, my family has followed a regular pattern for this week–Holy Week. After the Palm Sunday singing and kids getting into shenanigans with the palm branches, we return to worship four days later, on Maundy Thursday evening. We celebrate Communion, remember Christ’s betrayal, and prepare for Good Friday. Friday evening’s solemn hymns and quiet, penitently thankful Scripture readings lead in to Easter Sunday’s bright dawn–full of worship, music, far too much food at Easter breakfast, basket and egg hunts, and smiling faces.

This year, with its ban on gatherings, has been unsettling, strange. So many of the things that made this week feel like Easter Week–especially the chances to remember and celebrate with loved ones–are gone.

Of course, we aren’t the first generation to celebrate Easter in strange circumstances, and I doubt we will be the last.

For instance, look back to what has often been called the Greatest Generation–my grandparents’ generation. They celebrated six Easters, which must have seemed very strange indeed, during the turmoil of the Second World War.


“German infantry reinforcements brought in by warship march out from Oslo harbour, April 1940.” Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

By Easter Sunday, March 24, 1940, France, Britain, and Germany were already five months into the Second World War.

For the beginnings of a war, the world seemed strangely quiet. While the Germans had launched their first air attack over British soil back in October, action on the ground was still limited enough that many dubbed these months the “phoney war.” Perhaps the Allied troops guarding the Maginot Line on that Easter questioned when–if ever–the conflict would really begin.

Within two and a half weeks, Germany would invade Denmark and Norway. Within a month and a half, Hitler’s blitzkrieg would begin its drive through Europe.



Battle of Britain bomb damage
Image courtesy of the Imperial War Museum, © IWM D 24337

On Easter Sunday, April 13, 1941, the United States was still eight months away from officially entering the war. Public opinion was divided on U.S. policy towards the conflicts in Europe and Asia. However, the war had already started to intrude. Since March, American goods had begun heading overseas as part of the lend-lease program. The conflict abroad even influenced the Easter celebration--Easter eggs were decorated with Hitler mustaches before being smashed. 

Elsewhere, families faced more immediate shortages and dangers. One British air raid survivor, Lilian Thacker, shared her family’s experiences of Easter 1941 on the BBC People’s War site–it’s well worth a read.



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“Roy and Veronica Cadwell- Flinton, April 25, 1942.” From the Cloyne and District Historical Society, Canada. No Restrictions. Courtesy Wikimedia Commons.

By Easter Sunday, April 5, 1942, The United States had been in the war for three months. Parents and spouses must have waited anxiously for news from abroad, as U.S. and Filipino troops languished under siege, struggling to hold on to the Bataan Peninsula– it would fall in the next four days. Other American troops were away from home, sent to join their allies in Britain. Rationing in the U.S. hadn’t gone into full swing, but it was coming in the next month.



File:US Navy 061117-N-6544L-004 A Soldier assigned to the American Embassy in Tunis touches a headstone at the North African American Cemetery during a wreath-laying ceremony honoring American veterans.jpg
North African American Cemetery, Tunisia

Thousands of families must have been remembering lost or injured loved ones on Sunday, April 25, 1943.

Allied troops were fighting their way across North Africa. In February, American troops had come up hard against Erwin Rommel’s Africa Corps at the Kasserine Pass. More than a thousand were killed and hundreds taken prisoner. (According to Britannica.com, there were around 10,000 casualties for the Allies altogether.)

However, the Allies were on the comeback. In May, only a month away, they would declare victory in North Africa.



“The Padre leads the men in prayer.” Soldiers of the 5th Army on the beachead of Anzio, Italy. Courtesy of the Imperial War Muesum


“USS Card (CVE-11), Easter Sunday services. Chaplain Sherman W. Bell conducting services. Alter was decorated with Calla lilies and Iris bought in a foreign port and kept in refrigerators until Easter Sunday, April 9, 1944. Official U.S. Navy Photograph, now in the collections of the National Archives.” Photo courtesy Wikimedia Commons.

On Easter Sunday, April 9, 1944, thousands still celebrated the day, though far from home. The top image shows Easter worship for some of the soldiers on the Anzio, Italy beachhead. After their uncontested landings on Anzio in January, Allied troops had been quickly surrounded by German forces. Trapped on the beachhead for more than two months by Easter, they wouldn’t break out of the mud and trenches of Anzio and begin the march towards Rome until May.



“Marines of the US 10th Army in camouflage battle dress storm out of a landing craft to establish a beachhead, March 31, 1945 on Okinawa, largest of the Ryukyu (Loochoo) Islands, 375 miles from Japan” from the U.S. National Archives, courtesy Wikimedia commons.


“Sgt. John Wisbur Bartlett Sr. of the 1st Marine Division draws a bead on a Japanese sniper with his tommy-gun as his companion ducks for cover. The division is working to take Wana Ridge before the town of Shuri. Okinawa, 1945.” Photo originally taken by the USMC, courtesy Wikimedia commons. (Dated May 1st–a month after the Easter kick off)

The war was winding to a close by Easter Sunday, April 1, 1945, but far from over. Fighting in Europe would last for another month. Victory in Japan wouldn’t be declared until August. 

The Japanese had fought furiously across the islands of the Pacific. On Easter Sunday, 1945, U.S. Marines went ashore to begin the assault on the island of Okinawa. This island was to be the last big gain needed before an assault on Japan itself.

The fight for Okinawa, lasting more than 80 days, would be one of the (if not THE) fiercest, bloodiest battles between American and Japanese forces in the war, resulting in the combined death of more than 112,000 troops.  Okinawa still housed many civilians before the battle began. Over 100,000 perished.

1946 and Beyond

Easter Sunday, April 21, found a world at peace–well, at least relatively. Blasted, blombed and burned, Europe was rebuilding. Demobilization of U.S. troops continued, though some would be needed for the occupation of Germany and Japan. Rationing in America was nearing an end– Britain wouldn’t see the last rationing restrictions gone until the 50’s.


Tomorrow is coming quickly, and while it will still be a strange Easter, looking back and then recalling all that I have makes me so thankful– plentiful food, a safe home, and the opportunity to still remember, though with a smaller group, the blessings of Easter that don’t change, even in strange times.

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Photo by Aaron Burden, courtesy of Unsplash.com
sun rays inside cave


Thank you so much for stopping by, Readers and Writers. How are you doing? I’m praying that you all have a joyful, safe, and healthy Easter.



20 thoughts on “A Strange Easter”

  1. Wonderful post, Anne! Meaningful to recall how past Easters had been celebrated during the war. You’re right, no matter what the circumstance, “the blessings of Easter don’t change, even in strange times.” Have a blessed Easter to you and yours!

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  2. SUCH a lovely post, Anne, and a powerful reminder that there have been dark times in the past that took people out of the “normal.” We’ve still been able to worship and celebrate–not the way we “liked,” I know, but we still can, and THAT is the important thing. Keep praying, keep hoping, keep on keeping on! xxxxxxx

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    1. It was a hard one, for certain- we are looking forward to the separations being over. 😞
      Oh interesting! I helped put together a. Seder dinner at our church on Maundy Thursday a few years back- the symbolism is really an amazing way to celebrate.
      Thanks for stopping by!


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