Time for the May Girls’ May Day Baskets
My sister and I off to church on Easter morning. We were already
experienced in the May Day Basket project by this age!
Every year in preparation for the First of May, my sister and I were commandeered by our mother to make May Baskets. With a surname like “May” and two little girls, Mom was not about to let this opportunity for creative expression pass by.
I don’t remember much about the actual basket construction; they may have been put together with paper plates folded into a cone and filled with plastic flowers. It was the ’60’s! But I DO remember the delivery protocol. Strictest secrecy.
My sister and I ran from house to house hanging garish handmade baskets on the doorknobs of each of our neighbors on the short little cul-de-sac where we lived in Orange County. Then, with giggles we rang the doorbell and ran away to watch our neighbor’s feign surprise at the lovely gift on their front porch.
Mom, the consummate scout leader and crafter, was in her element refilling our supplies and enjoying the fun.
I recently came across a box of little baskets leftover from a year when my sons were young and I tried to get them interested in making May Day baskets. They thought the baskets were better used for starting fires and I quickly abandoned the project.
To all my genealogy blogging friends, Ding Dong HAPPY MAY!