May Day has an antiquity of over two thousand years. It was
one of the eight major festivals of the Celtic calendar, marking the
flourishing of life at the height of spring. The May Queen, who still leads the
traditional procession today, represented the ancient Mother Goddess in all her
earthly glory. The May Pole symbolised the link between heaven and earth.
Once a celebration for the entire community, the May Day
celebrations in this area declined to a festival for children by the late 19th
century. Revd Harvey Bloom of Whitchurch wrote in 1906 that 'the May Pole has
become a dressed-up broomstick and the May songs a nasal gabble sung entirely
out-of-tune.'
Even so, May Day was as anticipated as Christmas today. The
May Pole, with a crown-shaped garland decorated with tulips and daffodils, was
carried by Charlie Roberts, the village sexton, at the head of the procession.
The May King and May Queen were chosen by the schoolteachers.
The assembled procession went to Alscot Park where they were
all given a penny and a glass of wine, and they sang the songs they'd spent
ages learning:
Happy May, blithesome May,
Winter's rain has passed away,
Hip hurrah, hip hurrah, let us
all sing together,
Bright springtime is here.
The procession toured the bigger houses of the local
villages, and the younger children were reduced to exhausted tears at the end
of proceedings. The day finished with tea
and games.
World War One brought this all to an end. The last record of
this May Day parade is 1915.
A smaller celebration was revived
by the 1940s and continued intermittently until the 1970s. It was revived as an
annual event in 1989 and is still held today.
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