One day of celebration that has fallen by the wayside is referred to as “May Day” or “May Basket Day.” It used to be the custom for children to pick spring flowers and arrange them in baskets (which were often made of pretty paper). Sometimes the baskets contained candy and/or small trinkets as well as colorful blooms. These special gifts were hung on the doorknobs of friends and neighbors, after which the giver would knock on the door or ring…..
It’s the day after Christmas. The presents are unwrapped. Leftovers from dinner reside in the refrigerator. Long lines that now form at the stores are for returns instead of gift-buying. Some folks return to work after the holiday, while others enjoy a few more days off. All the efforts we made to make sure those we love had a wonderful celebration were either worth it or not. Christmas is over for another year. Now we look toward something else being…..
May is hard for me to deal with. I love the beauty of late spring as it bursts forth in flowers; however, my allergies do not. I always feel draggy and tired and wonder if something is wrong with me; thinking about it reveals the problem: it’s May. The month is even more difficult for me since my husband’s death as it holds the anniversary of both our first date and our wedding. So here I am in the middle…..
Anticipation. Waiting for something to happen. Hoping that things will work out the way we want them to. I had been in a state of anticipation since early December, waiting until the day I turned 62. Those who read my column realize that I love puns and other plays on words. So does my sister Terri. I have told the story before about calling her one evening. She happened to be driving home from work. All of a…..