By Christy Swift
Easter eggs in other households when I was growing up involved a Paas kit, a white crayon, and stickers. But in our house, with my mother’s Ukrainian heritage, Easter eggs weren’t just for fun. They were art. And they were our heritage.
When Ash Wednesday arrived each spring in our Catholic household, the Easter egg supplies came out. My mom, Lucia Paul (nee Shewchuck), would order the little packets of dye in colors like Yellow, Orange, Brick, Red, Green, Navy Blue, and Black. She’d lay out the kitskies, or styluses, with the stained wooden handles and metal tips that we would use to draw on the eggs with beeswax. Some had a thinner hole at the tip for more precision work, while beginners did better with a wider hole. She even had a thick, homemade “stylus for little hands” fashioned by her father, my grandfather, Joseph Shewchuk.