Normally March 1st slips by as any other day, but with twitter and facebook we get gentle reminders of the significance of key dates.
With talk of daffodils and leeks came a reminder that today is St David’s Day. Having spent part of my childhood in Wales, I was immediately transported to a time when March 1st meant dressing in national costume (not the most flattering), and even one year as a daffodil. We had spent the previous two weeks rehearsing songs, plays, writing poems, all to be performed at the school Eisteddfod as proud parents looked on. Having the afternoon off school afterwards was also a plus!
It marked the day as being special in the school calendar and certainly helped give a sense of belonging and a reason to be proud of our heritage. I can now also look back with fond memories, although sadly have no photos of the occasion!
I do wonder what school memories will be created for today’s children. A first ‘prom’ may seem special for a while, but perhaps not as lasting as being part of an event which has its roots steeped in history and which requires a greater sense of participation.
The St David’s day Eisteddfod enabled us to celebrate our heritage whilst creating happy memories- even if the odd photograph of being dressed as daffodils or wearing upside down black buckets on our heads might emerge !