When I was young I thought April Fool’s Day a nuisance and really had no patience for it at all. Then I had a period where I have heartedly engaged in some sportful way. Mostly now I like to laugh at the ingenuity of others. You know, people who put some actual planning into it. Its a day for pranks with a twist to the good natured side. Not spiteful or mean. Just funny.
I was surprised to discover the day actually has a long history to it going back as far as 1392 found in Chaucer‘s Canterbury Tales. Wikipedia naturally has a detailed listing of it ( who are these people and how do they get such information?) and it seems to be world wide. There are so many usual pranks but the funniest for me was that on April 1, 1698 several people were tricked into going to the Tower of London to ‘see the Lions washed.’
It seems people have been sticking notes to the backs of others’ clothing for centuries, so nothing original there. Wiki also tells us about jokes in other countries around the world. The Iranians call the day Sizdah Bedar and is stated as the ‘oldest prank-tradition in the world still alive today. Alas France and Spain seem to largely follow tradition by sticking paper to the victims’ backs, but the Flemish have children locking out their parents and teachers and only letting them in when they promise to bring treats that evening or the same day. Some of the countries celebrate the same idea but on different days of the year.
Perhaps it is just people saying, “Let’s have a little laugh and forget our troubles for a bit.” I do enjoy the planning and originality of some.
Do you remember what Word Press did on this day last year?
Are you a prankster?
What is the best April Fool’s you have ever taken part in or heard of?
Happy jokester day my friends!
I have discovered the illicit fun to be gotten from having the recorder on my phone
tape delightful secret words. I have meandering chatter by G2 as he explores his imagination with his toys unaware that his sweet voice ……
This past Saturday my sister and I went to visit a dear aunt; a sole survivor of ten, and my Mom’s sister who is now 84 years old. I listened, awestruck as she recounted things from her youth, the war and life in Canada. She and my mom were both war brides.
It was the best three hours I have spent ever. Tea and chat – laughs and tears. She is the
last historian for that side of the family, the last voice to be heard. I sit now listening marveling at her memory which may take a few minutes to unravel but unravel it she does.
I listen to, “It was in 1936 and…..”
Several things strike me as wonderful and in some ways a little sad; her work ethic for
one. We seem to be afraid of this kind of work ethic these days, and would call it child labor, but then everyone worked. When she was 10 she delivered papers early in the morning then returned home for breakfast and off to school. After school it was chores, then supper, then brownies and then she ran deliveries for the local merchant. The next morning it started all over again. She said that each week when the merchant would pay her she would have him keep back a portion of her pay and then each Christmas a huge basket of food would arrive at their front door from the shop keeper. The gift was anonymous and no one ever did find out who it came from.
Her husband to be was from the North Nova Scotia Highlanders and both he and his brother Gerald were in the same unit. Gerald never did make it home and when he first died it was unknown who he was. His brother had arrived at the cemetery in
France to deliver something and seeing his brother’s body was the first time he
knew he had died. My aunt took a few moments to remember and name several others who did not make it home.
Working hard is not something this lady did…it is something she continues to do every
day..and she continues to do for others.
She is smart as a whip about current events and her opinions are based
on good thought….she is who I would like to be when I grow up….you know..once I
leave my sixties..it takes some of us longer to grow up than others.