Oh! the memories I have of May, from my youth. Very few even know how we dressed some 70 years ago or how poor everyone was at that time in our country. Just emerging from the great depression and entering into what was to be WW11. It was a time most all of our clothes were homemade and/or remade from what we called "hand-me-downs". We were blessed even to have them. Not everyone did and just had to do with whatever was at hand.
I was going to talk about "May". The first day of May I could stop wearing long underwear and those awful heavy long stockings. Most of all, it was a custom in my family that the children could start going barefooted. School would end near the end of April so we didn't have to wear shoes again until school began after Labor Day. Of course if we we went to town or church we would wear shoes, but at home our feet were "free". We waded in mud puddles after summer rains. Mud squashed between our toes on warm sunny days, is only a dream now. Our feet got toughened, but there were always stubbed toes or stepping on a thorn or something to hurt our feet. We had a thorn tree at the northwest corner of our house, so it was always best not to go in that area. We spent our summers playing games we would make up, not requiring toys just our imaginations. It was a magic time, free of a lot of cares many children today face.
Hope you have good and happy memories.
grandma
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