Many holidays just make more sense and are
more fun for their context on the highly seasonal prairies of Agassiz and
the Assiniboia. One such holiday is
May Day (de easchte Mei) – both highly
controversial and widely, if quietly, celebrated by Prairie Mennonites across
North America.
More controversially known as International Workers’ Day, most of us
grew up noting May Day as that day when the former Soviet Union paraded out the
nuclear missiles and other military hardware designed to destroy God,
Democracy, and the West. As we grew more
sophisticated, it was the day to determine who was in and who was out based on
the line-up of Soviet dignitaries atop Lenin’s Tomb in Red Square. Interestingly, according to Wikipedia, the
Socialist (or Soviet) celebration of May Day was designed to commemorate the
Haymarket Massacre in Chicago, 04 May 1886, and not some sort of pagan, atheist
Soviet holiday.
More personal, and more memorable to me was
that other aspect of May Day – the celebration that spring had come to the
prairies – a time to gather the first wildflowers, normally ne pelsbloom (aka Pasqueflowers, wind flower, danesblood, Anemone patens or prairie crocuses) and
try to surprise our mothers, grandmothers and schoolteachers by placing poesies
of furry, delicate lavender blooms on their doorsteps, knocking or
ringing the doorbell, and then hurrying around the house to get away before
they could catch us and tickle us for playing tricks on them – a sort of
reverse trick-or-treating where the children left the treat as part of the
trick.