Sixty years ago I was two years and eight months old in May of 1954. It snowed.
I had seven May Day baskets that year…it was a good haul. Candy was a rare thing back then, there may have been a cookie or two in those May Baskets. Jelly Beans maybe..or maybe those Circus Peanuts. I always picked out the black jelly beans first..they were licorice flavored and made your tongue black.
That is my dog in the background. My maternal Grandparents always made sure I had a dog. I have always liked dogs. I think this one was probably named Frosty…but I am not sure and my parents don’t remember. I had a succession of dogs, some chased cars, some got what was called tick fever, some killed chickens, some met an untimely death. I am sure I cried…and since we went to Grandpa and Grandmas every Sunday I could report my doglessness to them…and a puppy would appear…just like magic. My maternal Grandparents loved dogs too.
That honeysuckle bush/tree still stands as do the lilac bushes in the background. The blooms will be out the last week in May or the first week in June.
I have my May Day Baskets all set to deliver tomorrow! And yes it might be snowing.