Compared to the Danes, the Australians don’t really celebrate Easter.
The only real hint of Easter I see in Australia is the massive amount of chocolate in the supermarket. As for the rest… not really. No decorations, no Easter food, no special public events. There is no “come together in the local park for an Easter concert” or “see the special Easter exhibition at the art gallery”. There is no meeting up with friends and colleagues for Easter lunches. Today, Thursday, is not even a holiday. And not many people seem to have a clue about the religious background of these days, what actually happened.
Every year I wonder about the same thing: why do I care? I’m not even Christian. Why am I so keen to celebrate an event of a church I don’t belong to? The closest I can get, has to do with culture. It’s a big thing where I’m from, Denmark being protestant by constitution and all.
Easter in Australia is just another day. It flows on as the other days. You get a few days off, but it could be for any reason. Life in Australia is a lot like that and I realise that I miss the markers in time, the special days. “We got together for Easter” or “How was your mid-summers day?” or “Where should we watch the sun dance for pentecost?” (which we do, where I’m from).
So I have begun to mark them myself. I believe that we are the carriers of our own culture, a personal interpretation. I would like to integrate into Australian culture and sincerely try to make an effort, but that does not mean I cannot continue to carry my own culture. The tricky bit in our household is, that Mr Husband isn’t a carrier of the same culture as me, being Italian. And culture, I have discovered, has more meaning when shared with people who know what you are on about.
But we are giving it a go. I have started decorating the house and we are going to have an Easter picnic. This year I even found some branches that would hold the eggs.
What are you doing for Easter?