Photo: Two students dressed as heralds for the May Day celebration at Alma College.
I am currently sourcing so much inspiration from the online collection of the county archives, particularly their images of May Day celebrations in the garden amphitheatre at Alma College. Alma College was a girls’ school in my town, incomprehensibly beautiful in its gothic architecture, and a complete historical gem. It was absolutely a gift to this town. Unfortunately, it burned down several years ago, after years of neglect and city in-fighting over how to preserve and care for it.
The week after it burned down, I met a wonderful lady named Jackie, who was planning on singlehandedly restoring the college’s gorgeous garden amphitheatre, which had become an overgrown dumping ground for debris from the college site. I spent an entire summer, every day from dawn ‘til dusk in that magical space, pulling weeds, choosing flowers, unearthing time capsules, and placing pansies. The incredible community space we built there was the singlemost inspiring thing I have ever witnessed. I went home every night with dirt caked to my body, dreams in my eyes, and my spirit overflowing with wonder at the amount of good people are capable of in this world.