Letter from the editor
I can’t imagine spending Easter weekend anywhere but the Jersey Shore. There’s something about seeing everything open again—the shops, rides and bustling boardwalk—that brings a sense of joy and anticipation for the season ahead. It feels like the Shore is waking up after a long winter nap, ready to celebrate.
Although we live on the mainland, we’ve always made the short drive over the bridge to Ocean City. With children collecting eggs, dueling pianos playing in front of the Music Pier and the Easter Bunny making appearances, there’s a collective sense of happiness that seems to float on the salty breeze.
When our kids were little, Bob and I would take them to the beach for Ocean City’s annual Easter egg hunt. Afterward, we’d watch them giggle on the rides at Playland’s Castaway Cove, munch on fudge samples and popcorn and marvel at the yo-yos and kites on display at Air Circus.
Our Easter traditions have evolved, as they do over time. The baskets and egg hunts are behind us now, but I still look forward to a boardwalk stroll with family, soaking in the moments and making new memories.
This year, I’ve been trying to learn how to make pickled eggs—an old tradition in my family. If you’ve never had one, they’re hard-boiled eggs that are peeled and soaked in a brine of vinegar, spices and beet juice, which gives them a vibrant pink hue. My dad made them every year. He passed away in 2023, and now we’re doing our best to carry on his tradition in his honor.
I encourage you to make Easter or Passover meaningful in your own way. Try your hand at a family recipe. Buy macaroons from an old-fashioned candy shop. Attend a service, take in the Easter Fashion Stroll or plant a few flowers in your yard. However you choose to celebrate, follow your heart. The memories are being made in real time.
This issue of Shore Local is filled with exciting events and stories that showcase the people and places that make our region special. Thank you for picking up your copy.
Wishing everyone a joyful Easter and Passover.
Peace & Love,
Cindy
