April 1990 : A week after Easter, the basket's largely depleted - tulle bedding (my mother having declared Easter grass tacky , perhaps her worst epithet, reserved for such atrocities as colored Christmas lights, My Little Ponies, and being called "mom" instead of "mama") squashed and chocolate-smudged. Jellybean count: one red and one green (lime and cherry being held in high esteem), a couple of purple (okay, but redolent of Dimetapp), and about 17 black (the dreaded black…