Today is May Day. For readers that are wondering what is so special about May 1st, I will tell you!
I make May baskets on this day. These are small baskets usually filled with flowers or treats and left at someone’s doorstep. The giver rings the bell and runs away. The person receiving the basket tries to catch the fleeing giver. If they catch the person, a kiss is exchanged. Believe me, when I was little, I wouldn’t run away too quickly from a certain person’s door step. I still like kisses and not just the chocolate ones! This is a fun tradition and hopefully many American children are ringing door bells after school today. The sharing in the fun of letting someone know you care is never wasted energy.
My favorite memory of May 1st is not the May baskets but of ringing the door bell at my grandmother’s home. I would wait for her to answer the door and then give her a big hug and kiss. May 1st was her birthday. She was born in 1903. She would be one hundred and nine years old today. God bless her memory. She made sure that everyone in her family was treated equally and with much love. I learned how to make the best lemon meringue pie of all time from her guidance. She was also the master at making the world’s best potato pancakes. I haven’t mastered that art as well. I think her secret was the heavy, old style frying pan and lard she used. I can still to this day recall the flavor of those potato pancakes! In the summer time, we would gather together, all of the uncles, aunts and cousins and have a potato pancake picnic, more of a feast. It didn’t take me long to realize that this was done outdoors, only in the summer, as the grease of the frying of the pancakes would have lingered in the house forever.
Sixteen years ago, Gavin became a father to a beautiful baby boy. I was thrilled when I heard the news of his son being born on my grandmother’s birthday. I immediately framed the photo that Gavin sent me of him and his precious son. After all of these years, it is still one of my favorite photos. I look at that photo several times in a day as I have it proudly displayed along side of a photo of myself with my precious son. The joy of love.
Have a wonderful day and may you find the good in each new day God has given us. I am off to make May baskets now for some dear people at the nursing home. I am in hopes it will spark some joy within their souls as they recall the days of their youth and delivering May baskets.