When "bunny ears" pop up everywhere.

I've labeled some images "bunny ears." Here's the place to go if you want to see a lot of "bunny-ear" snapshots.
 
Thanks to commenter Michael for pointing out his blog to me.

Schoolyard

Kaunas, Lithuania, about 1939. My Dad and his high-school classmates gather in the schoolyard. Bunny ears are in play again. Dad is the fellow with the eye glasses, crouched in the front.

A Different Location

This group of Displaced Persons lived in Lübeck, a camp that housed none of my relatives. Like people in other camps, the folks pictured here seem relaxed and engaged in normal activities, despite the post-war atmosphere.

The photo even features two fellows—one less earnest than the other—pulling up the timeless bunny ears gesture.

Lübeck, Germany, about 1946. Toronto Al's Dad Vladas—the handsome guy lying down—joins his fellow friends, also Displaced Persons, for a snapshot. The group in this photo also looks like it is ready for an American-style fashion shoot.

Thanks to my Toronto Cousin for making this photo available to us.

Bunny Ears

I laugh when I see adults—or people I only knew as adults—engaging in charming, juvenile behavior, like raising bunny ears behind some one's head.

Seligenstadt, Germany, about 1948. Here's Karl, the tailor, with a traveling bag in hand. Is he emigrating? My maternal Grandfather, Jake, stands behind Karl in the doorway of the Displaced Persons camp barracks. My Mom's friend, Angele, appears to be the one raising the bunny ears.

My Grandfather and his friends, like Karl, enjoyed sharing good times.

Easter Manners: Don't be critical or bossy when you color Easter Eggs.

It's not becoming.

Suburban Chicago, April 1964. I am skeptical about the depth of the egg's shade.

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Suburban Chicago, April 1964. Easter-egg coloring was one of the activities in which my Parents indulged our American tastes. I insisted on Paas Easter-Egg Coloring Kits, and I shunned learning the art of making traditional, Lithuanian Easter Eggs. More on that later.

I did not like, however, the cheesy, lame stickers that came with the kits. I thought an egg with laminated-sticker bunny ears looked stupid. I preferred simple, solid-colored, deeply dyed eggs.

One of my peeves with egg coloring was the evenness of the shades. I hated it when a colored egg appeared mottled, or when the ring used to lift the egg out of the dying solution left a mark.