I love May. Despite being a summer baby, May is my absolute
favorite month of the year. The never-ending rains of April abate – and they
felt particularly endless this year – and the flowers and trees rejoice. May reminds
me why I love New Jersey, why it’s called the Garden State, and why I am so
glad to be back in suburbia. The beginning of the month brought with it came a
particularly strident time at The Day Job, which has fortunately tapered off just as the thermostat remembers how to reach 70.
The merry month of
May typically starts off with bells. The May Day bells of Oxford University, Oxford
England, that is. In Oxford, May is sung in by the choir and boy choristers of Magdalen College from the top of Magdalen Tower.
Too right.
The year I was a student there, I got to experience this May Day tradition first hand. Friends of mine studying in southern
England had come up to Oxford for the weekend.We splurged on a cab to take us
in around 4 AM to be as close as we could get to the base of Magdalen Tower by 6 AM
The streets teemed with people making their way down to Tower Bridge. Many were students in formal wear ending their the all night parties with the May Day music. After the Magdalen College choir sang and the bells rang, some of these same students would strip to the skin and jump off the bridge into the River Cherwell.
The streets teemed with people making their way down to Tower Bridge. Many were students in formal wear ending their the all night parties with the May Day music. After the Magdalen College choir sang and the bells rang, some of these same students would strip to the skin and jump off the bridge into the River Cherwell.
Ah. Tradition.
But first the music.
It was cool, it was crowded, and it was a glorious morning. As
I remember, we were early enough to make it down to the edge of Tower Bridge,
well positioned to hear the choirs.
I’d heard crowds go silent before, but I’d never heard an
entire city go quiet up to that day. As the choir sang the Hymnus Eucharisticus followed quickly by “Sumer Is Icumen
In” in Middle English, the music rang through the hushed streets and the sun broke out over the gleaming city spires.
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Then the drunken co-eds jumped off the bridge naked,
shouting inaudibly – probably also in Middle English.
The absolute best part was when, crammed shoulder to shoulder in the crowd, my tiny, conservative Haitian housemate was goosed by one of the soaking wet, naked men on his way back up the bridge to reclaim his clothes.
(These day, Oxford has closed the Tower Bridge on May Day morning to prevent jumpers as the River Cherwell is only about 2 feet deep below the bridge. Buzz killers.)
The absolute best part was when, crammed shoulder to shoulder in the crowd, my tiny, conservative Haitian housemate was goosed by one of the soaking wet, naked men on his way back up the bridge to reclaim his clothes.
(These day, Oxford has closed the Tower Bridge on May Day morning to prevent jumpers as the River Cherwell is only about 2 feet deep below the bridge. Buzz killers.)
After the choir sang, the bells rang out and the city danced.
Literally. Morris dancers stepped lively in groups throughout the city. Restaurants
featured special May Day breakfasts for weary revelers with deep pockets. We
poor students instead traipsed over to our beloved George & Davies ice-cream
shop for free hot chocolate and what I still say was the only decent bagel in all
of Britain. I don’t know why an ice-cream shop sold bagels; I was
merely grateful. They also had homemade Bailey’s ice cream. A whole lotta yum.
Hands down one of my all time best memories of that life-altering
year in that amazing city. Ever since, I cue up the YouTube videos of Oxford on
May Day to ring in spring the proper way. Look here's one now!
This year, however, May also began with a bang. An artillery
bang, among other ordinances as the Special Forces soldiers stormed through Osama bin
Laden’s stronghold, killing the man who masterminded the greatest terrorist
attack ever perpetrated against the United States. The word of his death exploded across the zeitgeist late Sunday night; my Twitter feed nearly burned up as real-time posts came fast and furious. I could barely reply or post myself before another 20 to
30 new tweets and retweets and news briefs and rumors replenished the feed.
I can’t answer for anyone else but I’m mighty glad that man
is dead, and have no need or inclination to apologize for it. Not everyone
feels that way; many believe that rejoicing in another person's death is wrong no
matter what that person has done or to whom he/she may have done it.
Everyone
has to decided for themselves how best to respond to bin Laden’s death. Having seen the devastation wrought upon my city, upon the Towers where I had taken
my first steps as a professional, having held my mother through violent panic
attacks due to the carnage she witnessed firsthand as a Red Cross responder,
having lost family friends on Flight 93, I only have this one thing to say:
Boo.Yah.
May your month be as merry as the day is long and filled
with more bells than bangs. Leave a comment and tell me what excellent plans you
have for this lovely spring. I’ll choose a winner to partake of The Mighty Basket of Win and hopefully add some more brightness to your May.
Boo Yah! Tripled...I was going to give some comments on your article. Sweet encouragement and detail places that caught my attention. Then Boo Yah!
ReplyDeleteAfter seeing that---there is no way this piece could be any better presented.
Boo Yah!
Jaye---will explain at the May meeting
aaaaah,,, how I miss New Jersey. It's about this time of the year when all those yellow flowers start blooming down the parkway. I miss the sounds, the smells, the sights and yes, even the people of the Garden State.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your May Day experience. Love the music--so does 'Sumer is Icumen In' mean Summer is coming? Sadly, when I hear May Day I think of the dancing maypole scene in the Camelot movie. May Pole dancing. . .hmmm
I'll resist commenting on the other topic but, yeah...boo-yah sounds about right.
What shall I do this May? I'm celebrating my 35th birthday. I intend to use this as an excuse to spoil myself with extra books, naps, bubble baths, and alcoholic beverages before the insanity that is summer vacation with the kids begins.
ReplyDeleteAlso, because I'm just that excited, I'm going to spend the month planning what to pack and what I'm going to do in NYC next month. Watch out RWA! :)
Boo Yah! Tripled...I was going to give some comments on your article. Sweet encouragement and detail places that caught my attention. Then Boo Yah!
ReplyDeleteAfter seeing that---there is no way this piece could be any better presented.
Boo Yah!
Jaye---will explain at the May meeting
aaaaah,,, how I miss New Jersey. It's about this time of the year when all those yellow flowers start blooming down the parkway. I miss the sounds, the smells, the sights and yes, even the people of the Garden State.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your May Day experience. Love the music--so does 'Sumer is Icumen In' mean Summer is coming? Sadly, when I hear May Day I think of the dancing maypole scene in the Camelot movie. May Pole dancing. . .hmmm