From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:

Today is Easter Sunday. Grandfather is taking me to see Alma this afternoon and we are bringing her a beautiful Easter lily. This morning we had an Easter egg hunt at home, just for me because Grandmother and Aunt Tillie forgot to ask anyone else but I had fun anyhow. I found beautiful Easter eggs all over the house and in the garden too. There was even a dark brown one in Brownies’ kennel, but of course Brownie didn’t lay it. Rabbits lay the Easter eggs but I don’t believe they really do. I like to pretend like in my fairy tales. It’s pretty to think so and I don’t believe in Santa Claus either but I am afraid if I say so I won’t get any more presents. 

Uncle Milton and Aunt Retta came for lunch and brought me a sweet white rabbit. Uncle Milton said I can’t keep it very long as the rabbit will not be happy in a cage but that he will find a good home for him in the country and meanwhile I can feed him and play with him but I don’t think I will name him or else I might love him too much and then I won’t want to give him up.