REMEMBERING THE MAY POLE
Our old elementary school sat at the edge of a large and heavily wooded city park, thick with wild flowers. It was a custom to make a small construction paper basket, take it into the park to fill with wild flowers to take home. My mother always expressed joy at the crudely made basket and wilting bouquet. I may never have really noticed the flowers, were it not for these annual May Day drills, which also included watching the girls dance around a May Pole while we boys were just waiting to be released to the baseball diamond for our game against the teachers. I was usually more focused on the diamond, or the basketball court than the flowers.
My buddy Griff has observed there are too many flower shots on my posts. Well, I'm making up for all of those kid years of not taking the time to smell the......
By High School, the old format of 30 days in May at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway began on May Day. Since the statute of limitation has run, I can confess there were some May days when we'd show up at home room for the roll call, skip out to the Speedway, and get back in time for journalism class or track team practice, and were hardly missed.
Happy May Day and pleasant childhood memories to you.
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