Category: R Memory

Of all the places I have lived, and people I have met – no one knows what I am talking about when I describe the Maypole Dance at my Manhattan school playground, except my former classmates.

Our gym teacher brought out a record player onto the playground and we skipped and ducked and wove our colored ribbons around. How I loved it. I hope it is a tradition that has survived. Although the pagan fertility origins of the dance may have rendered it obsolete for this century:)

Another favorite was making May Day baskets. Lucky for me my birthday falls at the end of April so I am able to find some flowers easily. The last time I made someone know I made a May Day basket they looked at me as if I was speaking a foreign language they didn’t understand. Since then I have learned to keep some of my childhood traditions to myself 🙂

ALL ABOUT MAYPOLE DANCE & MUSIC

Thank you Margaret Duckett for teaching us fun May Day traditions 💐💃

Welcome May

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This brought a tear to my eye and brought me back to the fourth grade. My father died a few weeks before the start of the school year. I was dreading Father’s Day. When I got to the school lobby, not one, not two, but three of his friends were there to greet me. A kindness I have never forgotten.

Thank you Uncle Leo, Uncle Beman and Uncle Bob.