I vaguely remember a small egg hunt or two. My parents sometimes remembered to pick up some Easter candy at the last minute, that was about it. Easter Sunday was like any other Sunday in our house, a BIG Sunday brunch with scrambled eggs, lox, cream cheese & bagels, and a ton of other goodies from the deli & bakery.
There was the year I decided I wanted to be a Presbyterian so my mother took me to a beautiful old church in L.A. The choir at this church was very large & wonderful. The service was beautiful & we had a very nice time. We even saw our neighbors there. Curiosity satisfied & I returned to temple the following Sunday.