May Day
My Gram told me the nicest story. She said that when she was a little girl, all the little girls got all dressed up in their beautiful dresses with lots of flowers on the cloth, and each one had a beautiful, long, silk ribbon that was attached at the top to a tall pole.
With luck, the little girls remembered how to dance properly around the pole and they were then able to cover the pole with the ribbons who had gotten all tangled up together, but with a purpose. When you tangle things up with a purpose in your mind, then that is called braiding.
Somehow I have a problem seeing my Gram as a little girl, much less dressed up in a pretty flowered dress and dancing with ribbons. My Gram usually only dresses in T-Shirts and blue jeans. In truth, my Gram needs someone to turn her over to Stacey and Clinton and teach her "what not to wear". But we are getting away from our wonderful May Day story.
So my Gram remembers this dancing around the pole being only with girls twirling, but when I had my Mouse Man take me looking for pictures of May Poles, I found this one:
Looks like little boys, in this picture, Gram! That one little guy in the grey T-Shirt with the yellow ribbon really looks like he wants to be elsewhere! That's what happens when you let the boys play. They either want to pull the whole pole to the ground, as the boy in the striped rugby shirt is demonstrating, or they stand around uselessly trying to figure out what to do next. This helps to explain the behaviour of our Bob.
Now here is MY IDEA of what my Gram was trying to explain to me:
As far as I am concerned this is almost a perfect picture of my Gram's story. See the nice Mom's in the back-ground having a nice cup of tea? And all the little girls are perfectly dressed, with ribbons in their hair and beautiful little patten leather shoes. (By the way, remember how I wanted those white patten leather Mary-Jane shoes for Easter? --- Just a reminder. I'm still waiting) With a lot of hard-work on my part, I can picture my Gram being one of these little girls. Probably the little red-haired person in the blue dress. She may tip over at any moment into the mud puddle and get her dress all dirty, and then I could really imagine it being my Gram!
Now here is my concern. No dogs in any of these picutres/paintings! I think this is the time someone says: "what is wrong in this picture."
But once again, my Mouse Man has come to my rescue. We found the morning newspaper of Kennebunk, Maine, and learned that as of 6a.m. this morning, Sarah Weston was still organizing the first annual costumed dog parade as part of the towns May Day festivities. I learned that only eight dogs have been signed up so far, but there's room for more. If you'd like to sign up your dog, call 229-9980 and ask for Sarah.
Unfortunately, Sarah didn't put her telephone area code in the newspaper story, but at 6a.m. she probably wasn't thinking very clearly. Not to mention, that by the time we get in our cars and drive up there, the parade will be over. So what's a Princess to do?
Start our own Parade for May Day, 2009. I know that every person in Leesburg loves a good parade and if the good parade includes dogs, then what could be better? We can all wear lovely flowered dresses like the little girls in the beautiful painting, and if the boy dogs insist on coming, they will have to have clean noses, clean paws, and some sort of nice bandana or scarf so that they will look presentable. And we will have a May Pole. With silk ribbons. In the park.
Who is going to volunteer to organize this fine parade? Step up. Don't be shy! You know where you can find me and I'll be ready with my white patten leather Mary Janes!
Happy May Day Everyone!
The Princess
Daisy
With luck, the little girls remembered how to dance properly around the pole and they were then able to cover the pole with the ribbons who had gotten all tangled up together, but with a purpose. When you tangle things up with a purpose in your mind, then that is called braiding.
Somehow I have a problem seeing my Gram as a little girl, much less dressed up in a pretty flowered dress and dancing with ribbons. My Gram usually only dresses in T-Shirts and blue jeans. In truth, my Gram needs someone to turn her over to Stacey and Clinton and teach her "what not to wear". But we are getting away from our wonderful May Day story.
So my Gram remembers this dancing around the pole being only with girls twirling, but when I had my Mouse Man take me looking for pictures of May Poles, I found this one:
Looks like little boys, in this picture, Gram! That one little guy in the grey T-Shirt with the yellow ribbon really looks like he wants to be elsewhere! That's what happens when you let the boys play. They either want to pull the whole pole to the ground, as the boy in the striped rugby shirt is demonstrating, or they stand around uselessly trying to figure out what to do next. This helps to explain the behaviour of our Bob.
Now here is MY IDEA of what my Gram was trying to explain to me:
As far as I am concerned this is almost a perfect picture of my Gram's story. See the nice Mom's in the back-ground having a nice cup of tea? And all the little girls are perfectly dressed, with ribbons in their hair and beautiful little patten leather shoes. (By the way, remember how I wanted those white patten leather Mary-Jane shoes for Easter? --- Just a reminder. I'm still waiting) With a lot of hard-work on my part, I can picture my Gram being one of these little girls. Probably the little red-haired person in the blue dress. She may tip over at any moment into the mud puddle and get her dress all dirty, and then I could really imagine it being my Gram!
Now here is my concern. No dogs in any of these picutres/paintings! I think this is the time someone says: "what is wrong in this picture."
But once again, my Mouse Man has come to my rescue. We found the morning newspaper of Kennebunk, Maine, and learned that as of 6a.m. this morning, Sarah Weston was still organizing the first annual costumed dog parade as part of the towns May Day festivities. I learned that only eight dogs have been signed up so far, but there's room for more. If you'd like to sign up your dog, call 229-9980 and ask for Sarah.
Unfortunately, Sarah didn't put her telephone area code in the newspaper story, but at 6a.m. she probably wasn't thinking very clearly. Not to mention, that by the time we get in our cars and drive up there, the parade will be over. So what's a Princess to do?
Start our own Parade for May Day, 2009. I know that every person in Leesburg loves a good parade and if the good parade includes dogs, then what could be better? We can all wear lovely flowered dresses like the little girls in the beautiful painting, and if the boy dogs insist on coming, they will have to have clean noses, clean paws, and some sort of nice bandana or scarf so that they will look presentable. And we will have a May Pole. With silk ribbons. In the park.
Who is going to volunteer to organize this fine parade? Step up. Don't be shy! You know where you can find me and I'll be ready with my white patten leather Mary Janes!
Happy May Day Everyone!
The Princess
Daisy
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