Thursday, May 1, 2014
Happy May Day!
We had to pick the colors that we wanted and she taught us how to cut the strips and weave the paper that would be folded into a basket shape. Then the paper handle was fastened with some brass fasteners. Teachers have so much patience. I don't know how she dealt with a class of 20-25 kids....all in different stages of construction of these rather difficult baskets. When we finished...we put our name on the bottom and all of us made a card to put in the basket. School let out and we were on the run to find the prettiest flowers to put in our basket. There was a huge lilac bush on my way home. It was planted next to an alley, so I could go in the alley and pick a few flowers. Violets and dandelions made up the rest of the basket. When I got home, I hung it on our doorknob and rang the bell.....running to hide when my Mom came out. She acted so surprised and tickled pink with her treasure. She got a jelly jar out and filled it with water and put the flowers in.
There were many more May baskets in her life...the last one being the one I put on her door at her nursing home. She had Alzheimer's disease, and she didn't react the same as in the days of past. I just got so much pleasure doing this....it was mostly for me I guess. The twinkle had left her eye, but I knew that my Mom was in there and maybe, just maybe, she remembered.