There was a question about other Easter memories but I pretty well explained what I remembered already but as we were talking the other night there was a discussion about how eggs don’t break when you throw them. Here is an example of that from my youth.
Eggs Don’t Break
I went on a number of camping trips as a young scout and have numerous pictures taken while on some of those camps. One camp however does not have any pictures of it in my collection but there is a very poignant one in my memory. Young people can be so mean even to their best friends or to the guy who is just being picked on that day. This camp was one held just a couple of miles up the Duchesne River from town. We had gone up Friday evening and Saturday morning we had played a number of games in the filed next to the trees where we had set camp. We had finished playing games that morning and for some reason had gone back to camp. It was probably to clean up and get ready to go home. Someone however began an egg fight of sorts. It was touted that raw eggs wouldn’t break when thrown just right. Now I don’t remember who suggested that or why Gary Foy was the chosen target but I do remember how badly I felt as I watched some of the other boys start to throw the eggs at Gary. He promptly got mad and climbed over the fence threatening to walk home. That was probably the fuel needed for the other boys to throw the eggs at him even more. I still have minds eye a vivid movie of an egg hitting Gary as he topped the fence and then it bouncing off and falling to the ground without a crack. That apparently proved the point and to the energizing of the group a full volley of eggs soon followed. Gary was luckily out of reach by then and many of them bounced off the ground while others simply broke on impact. He did carry a large goose egg though where the first one had made it’s impact. I have often felt very badly for this incident even though I did not participate in the testing of the theory. Gary was one of my friends and I remember being mad at the group for testing it out on him but they didn’t seem to be too worried about it. Gary later fell away from the church for several years and after a divorce from his high school sweetheart and being married to a waitress from a bar that became converted to the church he finally returned into full activity. I have often wondered if that incident could have been one of those critical points in his life that caused him to turn away. I was glad when I heard he had been baptized and returned.
