For the second time this week, while proofreading the pages of one of our newspapers, I was reminded of a more unique Easter tradition that my cousins and I participated in.

A tradition that, back in the day, left our pockets jingling.

When I was a kid, my mother’s family celebrated Easter with a Bohemian flair. The food had a slight taste of the old country, and the desserts were a thing of beauty.…