Happy May Day!
This used to be a big holiday in the old country. I remember ribboned may poles with children dancing, young birch trees at the entrances to people’s houses, marches in the city with union leaders, government officials with red carnations in their buttonholes giving speeches (a special memory a rousing speech by Willy Brandt, early Seventies?), and sunrise ceremonies with the Morris Dancers.
Of course, nothing like that is happening now, but maybe we can revive these beautiful celebrations again.
