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Happy Midsummer’s day…

Today is what is known in certain parts of the world as Midsummer’s Day.
Or the Feast of St. John, for those of you more culinarily inclined.

I wonder what you would serve for this particular feast day…?
Certainly not any of the more stereotypical items hanging in the window of a Chinese restaurant.

I’m thinking head cheese is right out!
Especially if Salomé is in town…

But some people around this world celebrate this day by doing those things they used to try and get us to do when I was but a wee lad, back in elementary school.
I refer here to the maypole, generally… and dancing around it like Ritalin-soaked cumquats in the second week of a 24-hour dance marathon, specifically… where you can win an all-expenses paid, fabulous fun-filled weekend to beautiful Puerto Vallarta…

Or Peoria…
The Arizona one…
Which ever trip is cheaper…
All you have to do is be the last couple dancing…

See, in an effort to give us urchins a well rounded education, they were always trying to get said sea creatures to dance with each other.
In spite of the fact that at that tender age we’d rather do just about anything…

Anything at all…!

… than pair off and actually engage a member of the opposite sex from a distance even remotely closer than the next area code…

And way back when, we didn’t have all these phones like you have now – where you might have as many as four or five area codes in the same city.
No!!!
Way back when, an area code might cover entire states.
Sometimes you could call the next planet if you wanted to, without ever incurring the dreaded long distance surcharge…

Back then, if a call was “long distance”, you basically just had to do without talking to that person…
“Write a letter”, was the helpful suggestion usually slapped upside one’s head, when one had the temerity to suggest a long distance phone call…
“It’s cheaper.”

My, how the tables have turned…

But about that maypole…
(Has anybody told these may-polers that it’s almost July around here?)
I never really much got into dancing around that there pole of the may.
Never much saw the point, really.

Now if you’re talking about dancing around Mathilda May…

Mathilda May

Sign this little ol’ sea cumquat right-the-heck up…
Hey, look… I’m dancin’, I’m dancin’

According to the pedia of the wiki, in Sweden Misummer’s Day is such a big deal, there’s talk of making it their national holiday.

And instead of it being the feast of St. John, it’s referred to as the feast of St. Hans, shown here:

Han Solo

I’m thinking nerf herders are probably on the menu, there…
And cups of cool, liquid refreshment just about the most absolutely wrong shade of blue you could find, to be at all appealing to moisture farmers everywhere… scruffy or not…

So, in honor of the day at hand, let’s all get out there, in our best nuevo novartis scootin’ boots, and kick one up for Mathilda.

I’m sure she’d appreciate the thought.

 

 

Top image found here.
Second image found here.
Third image found here.

 

 

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  1. Here in Northern New England, among the descendants of Québecois, it is still referred to as St. John’s Day or, rather, St. Jean Baptiste. We did maypoles in May, (silly people) and ain’t nobody was gonna make no boys dance with no girls as couples. Thinking of phone area codes….I don’t remember any, in those halcyon days. If you wanted to make a call, you picked up the receiver and heard the operator ask “number, please…”
    Our phone number was 26W.

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    • Oh, wow, I’d kill for a number like that…
      My number was so gosh darn full, and in numerical order, that no one believed it was real when I told them.
      And the area code covered the entire state of Ga., the largest state east of the mighty Mississip…

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