May Day Parade and Festival
May. 4th, 2003 07:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrToday, we went to the annual May Day parade, sponsored by the Heart of the Beast Puppet Theater. (Here's my report from last year explaining the Festival in full, and click here to see more, including a quick little slide show.)
The parade was fun. I loved the drumming, the birds, the strange costumes and floats. I particularly enjoyed the library cart precision drill team.
But what moved me the most, what actually drove me to tears, were the two big puppets made in honor of our lost heroes, Paul and Sheila Wellstone, fifteen feet tall. There they were, Paul and Sheila, in the May Day Parade as usual, but this time larger than life, fifteen feet tall, now elevated to the mystic, iconic status like the other puppets HOTB has made and displayed year after year: Water, Sky, Earth, Air. The strength of my grief really surprised me, and it took quite a while before I could get the tears to stop flowing.
Oh, how I miss them.
The weather was windy and cold, and it was beginning to rain, so we skipped the Tree of Life ceremony at Powderhorn park and came home. I ran out to the garden store and spent the rest of my birthday checks on flowers and vegetables as Rob and the girls cleaned the house.
A good day.
Note, afterwards: here's the write up on the parade in the Star Tribune.
The parade was fun. I loved the drumming, the birds, the strange costumes and floats. I particularly enjoyed the library cart precision drill team.
But what moved me the most, what actually drove me to tears, were the two big puppets made in honor of our lost heroes, Paul and Sheila Wellstone, fifteen feet tall. There they were, Paul and Sheila, in the May Day Parade as usual, but this time larger than life, fifteen feet tall, now elevated to the mystic, iconic status like the other puppets HOTB has made and displayed year after year: Water, Sky, Earth, Air. The strength of my grief really surprised me, and it took quite a while before I could get the tears to stop flowing.
Oh, how I miss them.
The weather was windy and cold, and it was beginning to rain, so we skipped the Tree of Life ceremony at Powderhorn park and came home. I ran out to the garden store and spent the rest of my birthday checks on flowers and vegetables as Rob and the girls cleaned the house.
A good day.
Note, afterwards: here's the write up on the parade in the Star Tribune.
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Date: 2003-05-05 07:41 am (UTC)My contribution bucket was so filled by the end of the parade that it was hard to fit more money in. That's a good thing.
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Date: 2003-05-05 11:30 am (UTC)