This is a repost from May 1, 2013
When I was a kid growing up in San Francisco, our public schools would have these huge May Day celebrations - complete with a Maypole Dance. We would practice for weeks - we wore pretty dresses and made flower wreaths for our hair. We were matched with our dance partner - another boy. At that age, I hated holding hands with boys. Their hands always felt rough - The boys hated it even more. I remember Stanley Gibbs, would spit on his hands - he got in trouble for that. We also didn't have just one Maypole, but each class had their own. - On our playground, there were multiple Maypoles and it was quite the beautiful sight to see.
Of course, back then I had no way knowing that this was considered a pagan ritual celebrating spring fertility rites. That was never taught to us - For us little kids, it was the big spring festival we had every year and it was fun.
When we moved down the coast, the public schools didn't observe May Day celebrations. And when my kids went to school, on the peninsula - they too, didn't observe it. Even the Husband, who grew up in Orange County, didn't have them at his schools.
From what I have heard, they haven't hosted Maypole dances in San Francisco public schools in years. I wonder what happened?
Which would you rather have? A fun day with beautiful children dancing, singing, flowers and ribbons? Or billy clubs, clinched fists, spilled blood, and anti-establishment ruckus and revelry?
I'm sorry, Pagan or not, I miss the Maypole....