May Day
I always made May baskets for our son to take everywhere. This was the tradition when people used to care. I decorated each and every cup with crepe paper in styles. Every one was different and brought many happy smiles. Our grandchildren would not have known about this fun. Because the mother never took time to learn about this May One. I would make the baskets and show them what to do. How to put them all together using the crepe paper and glue. Let them cut with scissors, using their own imagination of how to style the basket, to carry on the tradition. We would then put in popcorn and fill them with lots of candy. The kids thought this was the best; they'd always "snitch" some; real handy! They thought it was really great to try to sneak to a house. Push the doorbell and run quietly as a mouse. They wanted to take a basket to our older people, too. This made the people so happy who had been so down and blue. No more will I get to carry on, with the kids, this tradition. The mother has custody and won't let us have visitation. So May One is just another day to me now. It will be very sad, but, I'll get through it, somehow! Written October 28th, 2001 © on Oct 28 2001 11:21 AM PST 0 • 9
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"I always made May baskets..."