Hooray- Hooray
It's Really Is May Here!
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I apologize for not being as regular with posting
as I was in the past.
Hubby is not well and takes
a lot more time at this point.
However, On with the show......
I was born late in my father's life.
He was 53 when I was born-
his first child.
Born on a farm in
Pennsylvania with
uncles and aunts that
owned farms around,
or connected, to ours.
Because of my father's age,
that meant that I grew up
with cousins
that were almost
a full generation
older than I was.
So, by the time I was six or so,
many of my older cousins
were driving.
Some were already married
or engaged.
On the first of May,
my cousins down the lane
would come,
along with my Aunt Bessie,
and pick me up.
She never drove a car
in her life so her
daughters drove.
We would drive
a few miles to
a lightly wooded area
where we would pick
MAY FLOWERS.
Today,I know that
they were simply
SWEET VIOLETS
in pretty pastel colors.
Oh- How I loved MAY DAY
in the woods on leggy stems.
We would pick big bunches
to bring home
and we would plop them
in jelly jar vases.
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Then, Aunt Bessie would give us each
a slice of fresh baked bread
slathered with butter
and homemade strawberry jam.
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I would go home full and happy,
with my hands clutched full
of wildflowers.
I would be smiling
when I entered the back door
to our farmhouse,
the screen door slapping shut behind me.
My brother, Charlie, who is
smiling down from Heaven,
had a special poem
JUST FOR ME.
It went like this:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I thought I was ugly
Until I saw you.
Yes- Oh- the fond memories
that take me back to childhood.
I would stick my tongue out
at him and set my
MAY FLOWERS
on the counter
to celebrate the
MAY DAY.
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So-CELEBRATE TODAY
~ JUST CELEBRATE~
CELEBRATE TODAY IN MAY.
SHOUT IT
loud and clear
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!
Did you know that if you shout MAYDAY
three times in a row it is
the international signal
of distress?
Be careful-
Be.very.careful.
You know what THAT means,
don't you?
You may get someone
that looks like
THIS coming to your rescue!
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Just never you mind Kris,
