#Ragamuffin parade

[gothhabiba]

please predict the various stages of the “are parades gentrification?” discourse

[based on this post]

Around Thanksgiving someone points out that the Macy's Day parade (in the 1920s and 30s usa) can be analysed as part of a push against ragamuffin parades, in which children dressed as houseless beggars would go around begging for candy. The anti-begging pro-commercial sentiment that regarded department-store-sponsored parades as good, clean fun, while regarding an earlier 'folk' tradition as an annoyance and a chaotic misuse of public space (especially since it evoked begging), is part of a pattern of corporatising and 'purifying' public space in NYC.

Someone vagueblogs about how obviously completely laughable it is to claim that "parades are gentrification" (even though the original post never used this term or framing). "The Village Holiday Parade is extremely queer, guys. And it's obvious that OP is a white person who has never heard of Carnival." From here a couple side-eddies of discourse break out about the usage of the term "queer" as an "umbrella term" and whether white people can go to Carnival.

People start sending the OP of the inciting post mawkish asks about how much they love their local nowhere town's special Thanksgiving parade and is it really, really wrong to go :(

Someone makes a post like "it is so clear that none of you have ever read anything on what the term 'gentrification' means and are just going by vibes."

People agreeing with the OP point out the corporatisation of Pride. This of course leads to discourse about kink at Pride, corporation floats at Pride, PDA and "straight-passing" couples at Pride, &c. The terms "homonationalism" and "pinkwashing" get thrown around. Someone claims that the very concept of such a thing as "pinkwashing" is homophobic since it ignores the fact that gay people are oppressed or something.

Someone is like um why are we arguing about whether Thanksgiving parades are good or bad while paying no attention to colonialism. Who cares if your parade on stolen land is queer or not. This gets completely ignored.

Some people argue that different parades in different locations take place for different reasons and promote different ideologies. This breaks off into another discourse tributary about various countries' Independence Day parades and whether nationalism on the part of an oppressed group or colonised nation is good or bad.

Most people however insist upon arguing about whether all parades are good or bad and take turns listing half-remembered examples of a parade being good or bad as though they are meaningfully arguing with each other.

At some point the discourse turns to whether Carnival is an example of "cultural Christianity."

The entire time no one will define what they include in their usage of the term "parade."

[mawphead]

might aswell make an oc too :) meet Jitters Ragamuffin

While this scarecrow may look unapproachable, looks are very deceiving. Jitters Ragamuffin has the most calming presence of all of Home. She is tailored specifically for children with ‘heebie-jeebies’ and prone to feeling blue. But she won’t just cheer you up, she will ride that dark cloud with you! Jitters often teaches others that its okay to be anxious or gloomy, because at the end of the day- your neighbors still love you.

Jitters herself often feels withdrawn from her friends. Always moody or mentally drained to keep up with all the daily fun- hence why her appearances during the shows run were only occasionally. But she would never rain on her friends parade! She in fact loves to humor her friends, and she loves giving soft hugs. Being one of the most empathic neighbors around, she is usually the first to sense when one of her friends are feeling down.

Jitters’ own internal struggles with day-to-day life and social settings are what inspired her to help others with the same issues, for she believes no one should ever face the bad vibes alone.

[gayrosen]

The Barbieland Dream House at Julia B. Fee Sotheby's Larchmont

I have to admit that I never saw the Barbie movie. (It will be on my list!). I understand there is a lot of double entendre and it is more a movie for adults. There is an annual Ragamuffin parade in Larchmont which is always so much fun for all who attend! My company (office) always takes it to a different and wonderful level by having a haunted house before the event, and we always give out…

[silentchamp]

Ethan would be in for a rude awakening; to pine for Red's attention, he'd been temporarily successful, actually.

Sure, he'd looked his way, but now the hiker was captured by the pretty little pichu, who cried in accomplishment after her soft dance. Red is snickering, before large hands carefully steal the miniature imitator, poking the critter's cheeks and doting on her hat.

That golden-trainer smile parades his lips continuously, pointer and middle finger rubbing the underside of Ragamuffin's chin. He gasps curiously, positively entranced.

Just like him, perhaps that was...a little daring, but Red would accept his protege, continuing to provide pats while...simultaneously ignoring Ethan. Oops.

His plan is a success. There's nothing in this world more powerful than a cute round fluffy pokémon wearing a little hat.

Ragamuffin, the Pichu, hops on Red's hand, doing a little twirl then a little jump, raising her tiny little paws and crying in joy. The hat is made of felt.

"She wants to be just like you."

[steve-rogers-new-york]

Ragamuffin Day

From roughly 1870 into the 1930s, Ragamuffin Day was a popular event for New York children. While present elsewhere in America, it appears to have been strongest in New York City. It was held on Thanksgiving Day, before being superseded by Halloween in the mid-20th century.

The day’s events involved children dressing like beggars or cross-dressing, wearing their parent’s oversized clothing and rags, painting their faces and wearing masks. In their garb, they would go door-to-door asking "Anything for Thanksgiving?" in hopes of candy, pennies, or other snacks. Over time, the outfits expanded to include costumes including sailors, bandits and popular characters. You can see how this migrated into the Halloween traditions we have today. Other activities also took place, like parades with the sounding of horns, bells and rattles; and the throwing of confetti and flour on passers-by. This quote from a 1902 New York Times articles pains a very vibrant picture:

“…from early morning to late evening thousands of children roamed in ragamuffin costume, blowing horns, throwing harmless missiles and playing at begging. The practice of dressing up as ragamuffins seems to be growing among the city children each Thanksgiving Day, and the parents of many seem to take an interest in the displays, judging by the great variety in fantastic costumes which the children wear.”

The occasion was not popular among adults, who disliked being “annoyed by children” on Thanksgiving Day, and many news articles called for an end to it in 1930. Resistance had been taking place since the Mid-1920s though, with the likes of the Madison Square Boys Club holding Thanksgiving Parades and carrying sign stating “American Boys Don’t Beg.” While it persisted in some areas into the 1940s, and even 1950s, it widely fell out of favour by the mid-1930s with the growing displeasure from adults. In their place, Thanksgiving Parades were grown to discourage ragamuffin activities and fill the void.

So, would your boys have taken part?

Yes. I am almost certain they would have, though whether their parents would have approved is completely up to your judgement, it looks like it was a mixed bag of annoyed, disapproving, and enthusiastic adults. They are both the perfect age for when this was popular and it was well established in New York. For reference, by the looks of it the typical age for children taking part were 5 to 12-ish, and Steve would have been, say, 10-years-old in 1928 (MCU) / 1930 (Comics). He would have had the majority of his childhood seeing these activities. Would the boys be surprised by modern Halloween and Thanksgiving? I don’t thinks so. Ragamuffin activities were winding up in their early and late teens, so they would have seen it on the way out and the growth of more Thanksgiving focused celebrations.  On the topic of Halloween, for all the info on the history of Halloween in America, pinning down the start of different element is proving challenging and I need to spend more time on it before giving any definite answers. But at the very least, the activities of todays Halloween would have been familiar and comparable with Ragamuffin activities, and some Halloween activities did exist in their time, so I don’t think they’d be surprised by it.

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Image Sources

Children on steps, 4th St, 1933 | Source Children by Subway entrance, Christoper St, 1933 | Source Children w/ Kings Beer sign, St. Lukes St, 1933 | Source “Schools Move to...” Brooklyn Daily Eagle Article, 1931 | Source “Try to Discourage...” Brooklyn Daily Eagle Article, 1931 | Source Two Boys w/ top-hat, Hudson & Perry St, 1933 | Source Three Children, Bleecker St, 1933 | Source *Photos by Percy Loomis Sperr

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[jwood718]

Thanks to Indiana Landmarks for this story from Mental Floss:

“A Look Back at When Thanksgiving Was Basically Halloween” By Christopher Klein

Thanksgiving ragamuffins; Bain News Service c. 1910 (Library of Congress)

“Masked children roaming door-to-door, begging for treats. Well-lubricated adults dressing up for costume parties. Sounds like a normal Halloween—except it wasn’t. Less than a century ago, this was Thanksgiving. It seems as bizarre as decking the halls on the Fourth of July, but it’s true: For decades before World War II, Turkey Day was the day for putting on false faces.

...New York City brought the trend to the next level. Officials staged a regal annual parade to commemorate both Thanksgiving and the British evacuation of New York...Kids raided their parents’ wardrobes to join in the fun: Boys paraded in high heels and old evening gowns, as girls marched in over-size Prince Albert coats...So many kids were sporting tattered clothes and darkened faces on Thanksgiving that by the 1900s, it was known as Ragamuffin Day.”

This anecdote is surely supposed to inspire a reaction: “ When Abraham Lincoln proclaimed Thanksgiving a holiday in 1863, towns from Juneau, Alaska, to Tampa, Florida, began marking the date with masquerade balls. The Tombstone Prospector took note of 1890 costume prize-winner Miss Will Sneed, dressed as a gold mine ‘in a gown that would inspire even the most dejected prospector to try again.’”

One wonders just how much double entendre was written into that sentence.

Full story

[cower-before-power]

Hearts at Twilight

Summary: Yami and Charlotte escape their own wedding celebration for a little bit of romance

Pairing: Yami x Charlotte

TW: swearing, smoking, implied sexual content

Link to A03 here

A/N: So ridiculously fluffy. I hate the title. Also mentions of wedding planner Julius, because you know he has to be involved when one of his sons gets married asdfghjkl. Enjoy, my sweet potatoes!

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The sun hangs low in the sky, painting the garden with dazzling reds and golds as it makes its journey below the horizon. It will be twilight soon, time to serve dessert and coffee and after dinner liqueurs. He knows he should head back inside, but he’s a little reluctant to leave the peace of the outdoors. Not that he isn’t enjoying the party; he’s just always liked a little time to himself when things get too noisy. Living with his unruly ragamuffins has taught him that. He puffs contentedly on his cigarette. Just a few more minutes, maybe one more smoke, then he’ll head back inside. 

Back to her. 

“There you are.”

The quiet is broken. Seems like she came to him first. He smiles. 

“Thought I’d run off?” He teases, turning to look at her as she makes her way to him. She’s angelic in the glow of impending evening. He’s always thought her beautiful in anything (or nothing), but there’s something about her tonight that makes her seem practically celestial. His heart gives a lovesick thump.  

He wonders if he’ll ever stop turning into a sap inside when he sees her.

“It’s a little late for that,” she replies, sitting down on the bench beside him. He automatically lifts his arm so she can snuggle up to his side.  

“I just needed some air,” he tucks her closer to him as she shivers from the cool evening. She’s always cold. He doesn’t mind; it means he gets to spend a lot of time wrapped around her. 

“Are you having a good time?” She looks up at him, a touch of worry colouring her face. “I know this isn’t exactly what you wanted.”

(It isn’t, well not the trappings anyways. Seriously, who decided on live doves?)

“It’s not so bad,” he shrugs, brushing a stray strand of hair off her forehead. His fingers linger on her skin, soft and supple. “Food’s good. Booze’s good. I don’t have to pay for anything.”

She snorts. “Ugh, typical. You’re such a cheapskate.”

“I’m miles in debt!”

“Then stop drinking and gambling so much, you moron. Or get better at it.”

“Ouch, Prickly Queen. I’m not that bad.”

“Sure you aren’t,” she rolls her eyes, but her pink lips are tugged up in an amused smile. He can’t help himself; he flicks the now dead smoke away and leans down and kisses that smile right off her face. She makes a contented noise and melts into him, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. He pulls her closer, closer, until there isn’t an inch of space between them. 

He’ll never, ever get enough of this. 

“The part where you became my wife wasn’t so bad either,” he murmurs into her mouth, unwilling to break their contact. “It might have been my favourite part.”

She brushes her nose against his, a gentle gesture that sends a shiver down his spine. “I figured, considering you had tears in your eyes.”

He pinches her side. “I did not.”

(He totally did. He’ll never admit it.)

She giggles, moving away from his mouth to press kisses against his jawline. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Besides,” her voice grows quiet, loving, “it was my favourite part too.”

He captures her lips again; they kiss some more, lazy and unhurried. The twilight grows around them, somewhere an owl begins hooting softly. It’s easy to believe that only this moment exists, that it’s just the two of them suspended in a perfect bubble of time. 

Eventually they have to breathe but they don’t let go of each other. He leans his forehead against hers, gathering her to his chest as he pulls her onto his lap. 

“Did there really have to be live doves though? I’m never gonna live that one down.”

“You try reigning in both my mother and the Wizard King,” she sighs. “They were this close to throwing a parade.”

“Damn Julius,” he grumbles. “Who said he needed to get involved?”

She strokes his face with cool fingers. “He wanted to be because he cares about you. Did you see him after the ceremony? He was practically bawling like a baby. You mean a lot to him.”

He has a brief flash of that moment, the one he tries to never think about when he thought he’d lost a father all over again. His throat tightens. 

“Tch,” his voice comes out too hoarse. He banishes those thoughts from his mind. “Crazy old man.”

He’s grateful when she doesn’t mention the change in his voice. They fight and they tease, but they both know some things are not to be touched. 

“We better get back, they’ll be wondering where we are,” she changes the subject instead, attempting to disentangle her body from his. He doesn’t let her. 

“Yami!”

“What?” He’s decides he doesn’t want to go back, not anymore. Let the others drink and eat and toast to the happy couple. He’s suddenly aware there’s much more fun things he’d rather be doing. His hand slides under her dress and up her leg.

“You know what!” The words come breathy, and she starts to blush. 

His hand creeps higher. “Can you blame a man for wanting to start his wedding night early? Especially when his wife looks as fucking delectable as you do?”

She’s fully red in the face now. “We’re in public! Someone could come out here at any moment!” But she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into his touch. 

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” He mouths at her neck. She shudders.

“That was one time!”  

“And what a glorious time it was.” 

“I doubt it needs to be repeated on my parents‘ garden bench!”

He strokes his fingers against her thigh, lightly, teasingly. “Hmmmm, true, it may put a damper on how much they like me if they catch me fucking their daughter where they like to have afternoon tea.”

“You’re so vulgar,” she whines, arching her neck. He knows what she’s asking for; he sucks a pretty bruise just below her ear. “Whatever am I to do with you?”

“Nothing that involves this bench, apparently.“ 

She huffs a laugh at that, pulling back to look at him with hooded eyes. “You idiot, why would we even consider a bench when I’ve still got a bedroom upstairs?”

He grins salaciously. “Don’t wanna head back to the party then?”

“They’ll survive without us,” she presses a hard, hot kiss to his lips. “I’m tired of sharing you. Let’s have our own celebration.” 

“Now you’re talking,” he scoops her up and stands all in one fluid motion, the sound of her delighted giggle music to his ears. He’s on fire, every nerve ending in his body buzzing in anticipation. But there’s something that needs to be said before he loses himself in her. Something that comes easier with actions than with words. But this occasion calls for it to be uttered aloud.  

“I love you,” he says, and he means it with every fibre of his soul. He may struggle to express his emotions, but he never ever wants her to doubt him. They spent years and years dancing and doubting, circling each other but never being brave enough to leap. 

All that is over now.  

She smiles; it’s like a flower blooming after the last frost. “I love you too,” she says, and  the joy in her voice threatens to bring him to his knees. “Now take me to bed, husband.”

“Your wish is my command, wife.”

And no one but the moon sees them for the rest of the night.

[strangeandforlornbooks]

Book Recs: Best of Unhinged Women Edition

bc sometimes we all need unhinged women in our lives. this is a serious list, I'm only including books whose characters are capable of murder at least :)

*=my personal favorites

Fantasy

Sawkill Girls* by Claire Legrand: currently reading this. girls keep disappearing on mysterious sawkill island, probably because of an evil and shadowy presence there.

Circe* by Madeline Miller: retelling of the odyssey- backstory for the witch who keeps turning men into pigs.

Heartless by Marissa Meyer: backstory for the queen of hearts.

Three Dark Crowns by Kendare Blake: magical triplets fight to the death for their throne.

Six of Crows* by Leigh Bardugo: ragamuffin band of thieves plan a magical heist.

The Tiger’s Daughter* by K Arsenault Rivera: princesses fall in love and brutally behead demons.

Elegy* by Vale Aida: machiavellian lesbians scheme in a fantasy epic.

Drama

A Streetcar Named Desire* by Tennessee Williams: southern gothic drama. blanche visits her pregnant sister stella and her husband stanley. fun fact my grandmother saw this on broadway in the forties with marlon brando starring and left at intermission because it was too disturbing.

The Crucible by Arthur Miller: the salem witch trials as a metaphor for the red scare.

Juvie by Jerome McDonough: the stories of various teens at a juvenile detention center.

Historical Fiction

Fingersmith* by Sarah Waters: victorian lesbians scheme to betray each other.

Abandon by Blake Crouch: people search for gold in haunted mountains in the modern day and in the wild west.

Classics

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy: affairs and the rot of high society in imperial russia.

Parade’s End* by Ford Madox Ford: the slow destruction of english society in world war one through the eyes of a brilliant mathematician and tory.

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier: a young wife learns of her predecessor’s mysterious demise.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte: a governess falls in love with a man with a troubling past (why yes his old wife is locked in the attic lmao)

Science Fiction

Wilder Girls by Rory Power: boarding school girls fight against a mysterious rot that destroys every living thing it touches.

The Fifth Season by NK Jemisin: three women with supernatural powers struggle in a world biased against them.

The Man in the High Castle by Philip K Dick: alternate history in which the axis powers won world war two.

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins: kids fight to the death to please the government.

The Scorpion Rules* by Erin Bow: a supercomputer takes hostages of world leaders to keep the peace.

Mystery

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie: the guests keep getting killed off on a mysterious island.

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie: there’s a murder on the orient express.

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler: classic detective noir story.

Bonus

A Simple Favor by Darcey Bell: I only watched the movie and I think it was very good but frankly that could just be because I'm in love with blake lively

Jane, Unlimited* by Kristin Cashore: is actually in like six different genres but in one of them the hero does sort of go insane.

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: never finished it but catherine seems pretty unhinged.

[choicesenthusiast]

Blades of Light and Shadow, Ch. 12 AKA Paper Faces on Parade

What happened this week:

PB delivers with gorgeous masquerade outfits for all the LIs. Though the MC outfits are...hmm, questionable. Still awesome, just not as much as the LIs’ outfits.

The gang gets up to all sorts of shenanigans on the way to the ballroom, including Mal and Imtura tripping each other, and a weapons check that (though not canon) definitely had one of those “characters remove endless amounts of weapons from everywhere on their person” tropes.

A lot of snooping around the ballroom and mansion to find out more information on the whole Kaya situation. There’s a wall of stuffed Nespers in one of the halls, and Threep is not happy about it.

Share a dance with an LI, or two, or three, or all of them. Man, if I were not so weak-willed, I’d still have plenty of bank.

Fake -aya enters, magic glass-making scepter in hand, and Tyril, out of nowhere, immediately loses his wit and challenges her to a duel. Sure, it’s a distraction, but a foolish one at that. To add to the chaos, you can create even more of a distraction by, say, setting the curtains on fire.

The Shard isn’t in the scepter at all, but in Fake-Kaya’s crown. She reveals herself as Xenia, the ancient duchess from the Shadow Court.

Apparently Xenia’s old and has lost her touch, because it only takes 5 ragamuffins and the occasional shout of support from an elf for her to give up and teleport away.

Yep, she’s definitely lost her touch, only teleporting barely out of the city. You and Tyril can go finish the job, or not, if you want to make things more interesting in the inevitable final battle.

Adrina is crowned Lady Starfury and everyone supports this. Go Adrina!

After saying our goodbyes to the real Kaya back in those catacombs, it’s finally time to head to Humanland!

Thoughts:

I’m sorry but after watching Phantom of the Opera last week I could only hear Masquerade/Why So Silent throughout this entire chapter. Especially when Xenia revealed herself. Major Why So Silent vibes.

[gergiap-blog]

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[classicdaisycalico]

For the ship writing thing... 5 with Luigi + Daisy?

send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic

Hi I’m sorry about how appallingly late this is??? I had work in the middle of the day and I couldn’t finish it before my shift began so I worked on it some more after I got home and uhhhh here’s the finished product!

I set this a week after the events of “Super Mario Land”. Hope you like this!

5: “Things You Didn’t Say At All”

Flowers.

Daisy had long been used to receiving flowers as gifts of affection from wealthy young men that sought her out as a potential bride, often to the point where she sighed dismissively at the mere sight of a bouquet. More often than not, they contained mostly daisies, accompanied by the occasional folded-up letter hidden inside. Even the letters were annoying; time and again, her eyes glossed over every letter of every meaningless word detailing her “unparalleled beauty” as the Princess of Sarasaland. If she had to read yet another account of how “unabashedly lovestruck” another self-centered wealthy snob was after “seeing such a priceless gem”, she was going to vomit, without a doubt.

Was a pretty maid in a dress all these men...no, BOYS...ever saw her as? Would these chauvinistic CHILDREN only ever equate her to just another woman to parade around like some sort of prize? Most importantly, had it never occurred to them that there was more to a girl than just looks alone? Or had they been driven by other motives related to ruling her kingdom?

Tatanga definitely seemed to think so just last week.

She couldn’t help but laugh at their stupidity. Clearly, they knew nothing of Sarasaland’s matrilineal ruling system, which had been in place for centuries, long before the 4 kingdoms merged into the nation she knew today. It was the QUEEN who was at the helm of governance in her country, particularly due to an old magic that traced back to Easton’s first ruler, Flora. This magic, said to come from the stars themselves, granted its wielder “a deep connection to the earth”, that manifested itself in the creation and manipulation of plant life. It was also the reason why every queen since Flora had been named after a flower. Several historical accounts in the royal archives back home looked upon this ability with great reverence, equating this power with peace and prosperity. Needless to say, they believed it to be nothing short of spectacular.

Conversely, there was nothing spectacular about these people, foolish enough to believe they could subvert such a long-established tradition for their own personal gain. Like her ancestors before her, Daisy also possessed this old magic, making her, firstborn daughter and only child of Queen Rose and King Edward, heir to her mother’s throne. Call it the prideful nature of the Sarasi citizens, but she knew such avarice and arrogance would be the downfall of anyone who sought to usurp her rightful place, especially Tatanga.

So one could imagine her surprise when Peach called her down to the main entrance of the castle early that morning for something left at the gate for her.

“Coming!”

While scurrying down from the guest room, she spotted her best friend at the foot of the staircase, a puzzled look on her face as she carried a strange, multicolored bundle in both of her hands. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

“It doesn’t look that way,” Peach said, violet eyes looking away from her friend, almost uncharacteristically. “One of my guards said someone left these for you. He couldn’t get a good idea on who, though...it must have been too dark to tell!”

The Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom then proceeded to hand the bundle over to Daisy, which the latter could now see as...yet another bouquet of flowers.

Yet, for some strange reason, rather than repulsion, something drew her to these flowers. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t a huge assortment of daisies, for once, but a tinier one with smaller flowers, instead. A single oxeye daisy was nestled in the middle of a careful arrangement of lilacs, pansies, primroses, dahlias, forget-me-nots, and one blue rose. Nestled in between the spaces in between were white clovers, and all were tied together with a little orange ribbon. Folded over the ribbon was a little piece of paper that dislodged itself, fluttering clumsily to the floor and opening face up. Bending over to pick it up, Daisy caught only a single word written in green ink that stood out amongst the blank white space of the paper.

Principessa.

A tiny grin made its way across her face. If the Italian word for “Princess” didn’t give it away, then the green ink certainly did a good enough job. It was probably a gift as thanks from a walk-turned-quasi-date from three days prior. She and Luigi had only met that morning, the latter looking to retrieve his lost hat from the castle grounds. After introducing themselves, they had walked through Toad Town together, getting to know one another. Their outing lasted far longer than expected, ending with watching the sun set over the Mushroom City skyline from a cliffside. Not only that, but he had taken it upon himself to walk her back to the castle, mustering up the courage to shyly kiss her hand underneath a starry sky just before they parted ways.

That green-clad, dark-haired plumber, with his warm brown eyes and timid smiles, never left her mind since. It seemed impossible to fall in love with someone upon first meeting, but apparently anything was possible after almost getting forcibly married to a powerful alien explorer. Besides, she recalled Luigi mentioning the same thing happening to his own parents.

Maybe the answer lay in the bouquet...

She peered closer at the flowers; there was definitely a meaning behind them. Nobody like this man could just throw a bunch of flowers together without putting some thought into it. Knowing what she learned about Luigi those three days ago, he was far more intelligent than that, In addition, she was almost certain he’d rather let his actions speak for him any opportunity he saw, seeing firsthand how shy he was.

Racking through her knowledge of plant symbolism, she started with the oxeye, a symbol of patience, and worked her way out from there. The forget-me-nots were obvious. The lilacs were purple, noting the feeling of first love. The pansies represented “lovers’ thoughts”, while the primroses stood for eternal love. The dahlias symbolized elegance and dignity, and the little white clovers held the meaning of “I promise.”

Lastly, her own green eyes focused on the blue rose for a good minute, her breath catching in her throat as she finally recalled its meaning.

Mystery. Attaining the impossible. Love at first sight.

He could have conveyed this all in the note, but instead he left it to the flowers to speak for him: “I will never forget you, if you don’t forget me. I promise to love you forever like I first loved you, no matter how long the wait.”

The princess felt her heart skip a beat. For all his talk of being afraid of most everything, the fact that she lived so far away did not seem to intimidate him at all. No ragamuffin noble of any caliber put such deep meaning into a bouquet the way this gentleman of a plumber did.

“Daisy, are you okay?”

Her head snapped up. She had been so engrossed in the flowers she forgot Peach was even here. “Do you have any idea who could have given these to you?”

The brunette picked the note up off the floor and gave it to her friend. “I think this should help you figure that out.” She giggled, and began making her way back upstairs. “Now excuse me while I find a good vase for these...”

Peach watched as her giddy best friend hurried away, and looked down at the note. Upon seeing the green ink, she smirked, almost knowingly. “I knew it.”

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A tradition starting around 1870, Ragamuffin Day took place on Thanksgiving and involved the practice of children going door to door asking to be given candy or money; the children often dressed in costumes, usually imitating the daily wear of New York City homeless people of the time such as baggy, oversized rag-like clothing and sometimes painting their faces black. The day was eventually replaced with Ragamuffin Parades in an attempt to end the begging practice due to the cash strapped reality of the 1930′s depression; these parades were similar but did not involve the door to door begging. The parades eventually lead into what most now know as the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade and the Ragamuffin Parades were all but phased out except in a few small parts of the outer suburbs. These parades are still observed today in places such as Bay Ridge, Park Ridge and Hoboken, New Jersey as well as Pleasantville and Briarcliff Manor, Westchester County.

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Teen Throwback Thursday:

In honor of Thanksgiving, here’s a blog post about one of Thanksgiving’s strangest traditions!

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The  Annual Ragamuffin Parade in Larchmont  is always a much anticipated. Commencing at Palmer Avenue and Larchmont Avenue, and traversing down to the Fire Station.  This year there was also a  Food Truck Festival hosted by the Town of Mamaroneck Recreation & Fire Departments.   

Not to be out done, The Larchmont Julia B. Fee Sotheby’s office hosted its Third Annual Haunted House!

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Ragamuffin Parade Committee Cancels 2021 Bay Ridge Ragamuffin Parade

Ragamuffin Parade Committee Cancels 2021 Bay Ridge Ragamuffin Parade

Adding some recent news from our immediate territory where we’ve just learned that the long-standing Bay Ridge event “The Ragamuffin Parade” has been cancelled for this year. I’ve embedded the Facebook post that was made by a regional Councilman Justin Brannan. Take a look. Piercing Ken Thoughts: So before you lay the blame on the city or state, be reminded that this was 100% based on the…