May Day Parade
May. 1st, 2005 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrYou never quite know what to expect with the weather in Minneapolis when May Day rolls around. Some years it's seventy-five degrees out, and you get downright hot when you sit in the sun. Sometimes, you get a cold, drenching rain.
Today, for heaven's sake, it was snowing--well, only sporadically, sort of like God's Own Dandruff. This, of course, was not enough to cancel our plans to go the famous Minneapolis May Day Parade, put on by the Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theatre (and a volunteer cast of hundreds). Snow on May Day? Bah, we laugh at snow. We simply put on our winter coats and gloves, filled thermoses with hot coffee and chocolate, and sallied forth.
We sat at the corner of Bloomington and 34th, where the parade turns to head toward Powderhorn Park. We arrived early, set up our folding chairs, and sat back to watch the crowd. A man standing on the sidewalk behind me who looked sort of like Santa Claus in the autumn of his years had an accordion out, playing sprightly little tunes that made me think of Paris in April. Other parade watchers had brought instruments, too: drums, a wooden flute. One couple in maybe their early fifties did a Schottische on the sidewalk to the accordion, beaming at each other. A raggle-taggle crew went up and down the street on towering custom-altered bicycles. I looked out over the crowd and this is what I saw: babies in slings, shawls and strollers, dogs with collars decorated with flowers and ribbons, mardi gras beads, tiaras, insect antenna hats, balloon sellers on skates, rickshaws, people drawing hopscotch patterns in the middle of the street with sidewalk chalk, people wearing jester hats, butterfly wings, dreadlocks, tutus, balloon animal hats, political buttons, Dr. Who scarves, and cloaks. Many were in their winter coats; about fifty percent were wearing gloves.
This was what I saw when the parade started: marching bands that played lying down in the middle of the street (trumpets, saxaphones, banjos, tubas, ukeles, gamelons, many many drums, etc.) The bass drum was pushed in a shopping cart. There was a grand Trojan horse decorated with gold lame. How tall was it? Eighteen or twenty feet tall? There was a Tyrannosaurs Rex skeleton, a twelve-foot puppet with one operator, which stuck its head in the crowd, delicately removed hats, "chewed them up" and spat them back out. There were cowbells, hula skirts, shopping cart formations and races, jugglers, dancing earthworms twenty feet in length made of painted cardboard and duct tape (when was the last time you saw a dancing earthworm in a parade? I ask you), towering puppets with serene mask-faces, butterfly wings, banners and ribbons and staffs and wands, fire spirits in wild neon red, orange and yellow, water spirits who sailed their water banners over the crowd so that the ribbons trailed through the children's hands, dancing multicolored butterflies, paper mache mountains and forests and animals. The Tree of Life, recumbent, rolled by, swathed in black. There were long narrow black banners carried by people in black, listing the names of soldiers, peace workers and civilians killed in the Iraq war. I wasn't the only one wiping away tears at all the names. There were jumping stiltwalkers and strutting stiltwalkers and dancing stiltwalkers. There were roosters that crowed and waved brave ribbons and danced on huge orange and yellow feet. There were roller derby girls in fishnet stockings and naturalists who walked naked with only barrels to protect their modesty (I mean come on! 37 degrees!) There were barechested South American dancers, noisy with cowree shells, wild with feathers. There were dancing, chanting hare krishnas. Falun Gong, Minnesota Atheists, church schools, political candidates, kids drum/hip hop dance groups, pagans, (one man wore a fantastical costume, rather like Charles II, with wig, and 17th frock coat: and a two foot long stuffed penis sticking out in front of him, draped with strings of pearls Edited to add:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
selkie_b informs me that "he" is actually a woman). Bullhorns and tamborines, serapes, incense, chants in Spanish and Chinese, wheelchairs and scooters and morris dancers waving handkerchiefs, jingling madly . . . The parade walkers waved wildly and threw candy and ribbons and handed out leaflets and cried "Happy May Day!" And the onlookers clapped and cheered and waved peace signs and booed the villains and cried "Happy May Day!" back.
We didn't go to the Tree of Life Ceremony in the park. It was so cold, and one of us had to find a restroom, and Delia had a piano lesson at 4:00, and well, we didn't go. We regret it, but we'll join you,minnehaha and friends, next year, assuming the weather is more cooperative.
Happy May Day, everyone. I wish you peace and justice and fair wages and dependable health care, and a happy, thriving community.
[Here are pictures from last year's parade, and here are the pictures of the Tree of Life Ceremony held in Powderhorn Park after the parade. ]
(mrissa reminds me that, unlike last year, we didn't do May Day baskets this year. It didn't even occur to me to do them. Nor did I remind the girls to go out and wash their faces with dew before the sun hits it. I blame the weather. It is difficult to think about and to do these spring-time rituals when it is snowing outside. For those of you who got a basket last year and are disappointed that you didn't find one on your doorknob this year, we're sorry. The violets probably would have frozen anyway. Next year, maybe.)
Edited to add Thanks torutemple who provided pictures from last year's parade here. Leave me a comment if you see other parade reports; I'd like to read 'em.
Today, for heaven's sake, it was snowing--well, only sporadically, sort of like God's Own Dandruff. This, of course, was not enough to cancel our plans to go the famous Minneapolis May Day Parade, put on by the Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theatre (and a volunteer cast of hundreds). Snow on May Day? Bah, we laugh at snow. We simply put on our winter coats and gloves, filled thermoses with hot coffee and chocolate, and sallied forth.
We sat at the corner of Bloomington and 34th, where the parade turns to head toward Powderhorn Park. We arrived early, set up our folding chairs, and sat back to watch the crowd. A man standing on the sidewalk behind me who looked sort of like Santa Claus in the autumn of his years had an accordion out, playing sprightly little tunes that made me think of Paris in April. Other parade watchers had brought instruments, too: drums, a wooden flute. One couple in maybe their early fifties did a Schottische on the sidewalk to the accordion, beaming at each other. A raggle-taggle crew went up and down the street on towering custom-altered bicycles. I looked out over the crowd and this is what I saw: babies in slings, shawls and strollers, dogs with collars decorated with flowers and ribbons, mardi gras beads, tiaras, insect antenna hats, balloon sellers on skates, rickshaws, people drawing hopscotch patterns in the middle of the street with sidewalk chalk, people wearing jester hats, butterfly wings, dreadlocks, tutus, balloon animal hats, political buttons, Dr. Who scarves, and cloaks. Many were in their winter coats; about fifty percent were wearing gloves.
This was what I saw when the parade started: marching bands that played lying down in the middle of the street (trumpets, saxaphones, banjos, tubas, ukeles, gamelons, many many drums, etc.) The bass drum was pushed in a shopping cart. There was a grand Trojan horse decorated with gold lame. How tall was it? Eighteen or twenty feet tall? There was a Tyrannosaurs Rex skeleton, a twelve-foot puppet with one operator, which stuck its head in the crowd, delicately removed hats, "chewed them up" and spat them back out. There were cowbells, hula skirts, shopping cart formations and races, jugglers, dancing earthworms twenty feet in length made of painted cardboard and duct tape (when was the last time you saw a dancing earthworm in a parade? I ask you), towering puppets with serene mask-faces, butterfly wings, banners and ribbons and staffs and wands, fire spirits in wild neon red, orange and yellow, water spirits who sailed their water banners over the crowd so that the ribbons trailed through the children's hands, dancing multicolored butterflies, paper mache mountains and forests and animals. The Tree of Life, recumbent, rolled by, swathed in black. There were long narrow black banners carried by people in black, listing the names of soldiers, peace workers and civilians killed in the Iraq war. I wasn't the only one wiping away tears at all the names. There were jumping stiltwalkers and strutting stiltwalkers and dancing stiltwalkers. There were roosters that crowed and waved brave ribbons and danced on huge orange and yellow feet. There were roller derby girls in fishnet stockings and naturalists who walked naked with only barrels to protect their modesty (I mean come on! 37 degrees!) There were barechested South American dancers, noisy with cowree shells, wild with feathers. There were dancing, chanting hare krishnas. Falun Gong, Minnesota Atheists, church schools, political candidates, kids drum/hip hop dance groups, pagans, (one man wore a fantastical costume, rather like Charles II, with wig, and 17th frock coat: and a two foot long stuffed penis sticking out in front of him, draped with strings of pearls Edited to add:
selkie_b informs me that "he" is actually a woman). Bullhorns and tamborines, serapes, incense, chants in Spanish and Chinese, wheelchairs and scooters and morris dancers waving handkerchiefs, jingling madly . . . The parade walkers waved wildly and threw candy and ribbons and handed out leaflets and cried "Happy May Day!" And the onlookers clapped and cheered and waved peace signs and booed the villains and cried "Happy May Day!" back.We didn't go to the Tree of Life Ceremony in the park. It was so cold, and one of us had to find a restroom, and Delia had a piano lesson at 4:00, and well, we didn't go. We regret it, but we'll join you,
minnehaha and friends, next year, assuming the weather is more cooperative.Happy May Day, everyone. I wish you peace and justice and fair wages and dependable health care, and a happy, thriving community.
[Here are pictures from last year's parade, and here are the pictures of the Tree of Life Ceremony held in Powderhorn Park after the parade. ]
(
mrissa reminds me that, unlike last year, we didn't do May Day baskets this year. It didn't even occur to me to do them. Nor did I remind the girls to go out and wash their faces with dew before the sun hits it. I blame the weather. It is difficult to think about and to do these spring-time rituals when it is snowing outside. For those of you who got a basket last year and are disappointed that you didn't find one on your doorknob this year, we're sorry. The violets probably would have frozen anyway. Next year, maybe.)Edited to add Thanks to
rutemple who provided pictures from last year's parade here. Leave me a comment if you see other parade reports; I'd like to read 'em.
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Date: 2005-05-02 02:38 am (UTC)B
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Date: 2005-05-02 02:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-02 03:11 am (UTC)Left Coast Maying...
Date: 2005-05-02 05:45 am (UTC)(Morris dance alert, which is not at all the same thing as saying alert morris dancers. at that hour especially.)
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Date: 2005-05-02 03:17 am (UTC)this was gorgeouly said, Peg. thanks. who's got pictures for this year?
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Date: 2005-05-02 04:21 am (UTC)(I thought I was going nuts. I'm glad to have independent corroboration. Now I really wonder about this guy (or girl- I found it hard to tell) and why he/she wears that particular outfit)
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Date: 2005-05-02 06:32 pm (UTC)Happy May Day!
Date: 2005-05-02 05:38 am (UTC)We'd love to stay and dance for you
but now we have to go
For since we started singing
there's been a foot of snow
but it is the first of May
And it is the first of May
Remember Lords and Ladies
It is the First of May!
- the Minnesota May Song, adapted only slightly from the original by S. Posch one year because it was necessary. but real live snow! on May Day! wowf.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for the descriptions of one of my favorite events on the planet. Happy May, wonderful community, and a splendid year to you...
Re: Happy May Day!
Date: 2005-05-02 05:43 am (UTC)May day at the Palo Alto Baylands Preserve, 5/1/2005 around 5:30 am:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rtds/sets/289657/
May Day Parade and Pageant from where we were back, visiting longtime friends in 2004 at 21st and Bloomington (I was too busy jumping the hoops to get any good pix of those, alas):
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rtds/sets/277198/
Re: Happy May Day!
Date: 2005-05-02 02:29 pm (UTC)It was really hard to miss things this year, so this is vicarious participation, I guess. Thank you.
Re: Happy May Day!
Date: 2005-05-02 10:41 pm (UTC)Someone else put up some great shots of this year's parade, including that skeleton dinosaur Peg was writing about, here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/57939484@N00/11898184/in/photostream/
it *is* nice to get to see it even at a distance. *sigh*
Re: Happy May Day!
Date: 2005-05-03 03:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-02 06:16 am (UTC)It rarely even snows here in winter.
Temperate weather is a blessing.
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