Two were my particular favorites: May Devotions, and the May Procession. For anyone who was a child in Catholic school at a certain period of time, these were a Big Deal.
May Devotions were not necessarily a thing at every parish, but at the ones where I grew up between 4th and 8th grades, they were. They took place each weekday evening, usually at ~ 7 p.m. If you had flowers available to you (even dandelions were acceptable), you would pick a few and head to church. The usher would open the church doors, and you would file in an orderly fashion (well, for the kids at least, the adults did pretty much their own thing) into pews, and the service would start. First up was my favorite part: the priest would enter the sanctuary, and come to the front of the altar rail with a basket. Then everyone who had a flower would go up to the front of the church, and lay the flower in the basket, while everyone sang this hymn:
Bring flowers of the rarest,
Bring flowers of the fairest,
From garden, and woodland
And hillside and dale.
Our full hearts are swelling,
Our glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest
Rose of the Vale.
Oh Mary, we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May!
Oh Mary, we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May!
(I still sing this in my head during the month of May. Also - the world "vale"!)
The basket of flowers would then be placed in front of the statue of Mary, given prominent place on the altar during May. Then there would be a couple of prayers led by the priest, one of the litanies recited, and we would leave to the sounds of one of the other hymns about Mary.
Total time: approximately 30 minutes. I loved it - flowers, singing, not much time spent in church, no boring sermon, and the evening still young.
But the big deal of May - I mean BIG DEAL. in that we took time out of the school day to practice for it - was the May Procession. It was generally held on Mother's Day (sappy but true), and was a major event when you usually got a new dress or maybe at least a new pair of shoes. And the May Queen and Her Court would be named (probably by the nuns, I don't know. It was usually a group of girls who seemed particularly holy). The May Queen was either an 8th grader (elementary school) or a senior (high school), and she got to wear A GOWN, place a crown of amazingly pretty flowers on the head of the statue of Mary, and lead us in the Memorare:
Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy intercession was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother; to thee do I come; before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me. Amen.
Amazing stuff, and such an honor to the be the May Queen! The closest anyone in our family ever got was the time in high school when my sister Mary Ellen was on the May Queen's Court. (She was *very* holy. Now she is an atheist.)
The church would be packed to the gills for the May Procession, and the dramatic parts were worked into the regular Sunday Mass. But oh the pageantry, the incense, and the "specialness" of the whole thing was just intoxicating as a kid. Especially since it was one of the rare times when females were the focus of church events.
For better or for worse, this is all a thing of the past now. I don't know of any churches that still have formal May Processions. But every year I am reminded of the anticipation, the mystery, and the events that made May so special, even for a kid who was not necessarily ever very "holy."
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On a slightly related note, I read this article yesterday, and found it quite interesting. (And no, I'm not trying to turn anyone into a Catholic, or a believer. It just so happens that this article is in a Jesuit publication. What can I say, I have catholic tastes in reading! (See what I did there?)
Do you have any special things that May brings to mind?