All Fools Morris
1982- | 1992 ?      |
We were based near Conwy in North Wales. UK. There was Alan Smith, and his wife Ruth, Dave Rimmer and myself John Hughes. Other early members were Kevin and Lenny. We were aided and abetted by members of Bollin Morris from Cheshire,( Chris and Laurence ) and some members of Bangor Morris from er... Bangor, ( Steve Ashton and Andy ).We danced our own versions of the stick dances known as "Border Morris" The history of most of our dances goes back to about 1420. We can be fairly certain about that, 'cos it was a Sunday and in those days the pubs shut at 1400hrs. and they chucked us out about twenty minutes later. We also did mumming plays in many local pubs. |
The pictured below is of the team after a shaving foam/custard pie fight at Holmfirth Folk Festival, 12th May 1985
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One day I would like to publish the All Fools versions of the dances here if I can find a format to write them in. Meanwhile, I'll fill up a bit of the page with this........
We are told that the Morris was originally performed by young working class lads. Whole gangs of, predominantly unemployed, working class lads... Not exactly a section of the community I automatically associate with being suitable to entertain the W.I. Either young lads have changed an awful lot in the last 200 years, or Cecil Sharp and a few others had got it wrong.
I decided this anomaly needed closer examination.
We are
told that people believed by giving something to these lads (cake, money, beer etc.) they
would increase the chances of enjoying good health, wealth, longevity, and it made their
crops grow !.... Were they STUPID ? Or were they looking at the Morris men differently than we
do today.
After all, a few hundred years ago, when a wealthy merchant, returning from market, found
his road blocked by 8 or 10 lads, hefting large sticks, their faces blacked, their clothes disguised, and proffering the "hat". He
probably didn't
ask "What's it in aid of "! He would just know, that his future health, wealth, fertility
and longevity, was not only dependant on whether he dropped anything in the hat, but quite
closely to how much !
In a time when few people journeyed to places new. These lads apparently travelled about quite
a bit. To all corners of the parish "beating the bounds". To far flung places that rarely saw a fresh, new, male
face. And where ever these lads went, among the chamber maids, milk maids, farmers
daughters, and even farmers wives, a strange tales of unexpected and miraculous fecundity
arose.
Some farmers would no doubt be mistrustful of these lads from the distant village. But
other more enlightened ones would welcome them with open arms. Clear out the barn for a ceilidh, give all the
staff the night off, and send orders to the pub for some beer. And this farmer would know
for certain, when he looked out of his window in the morning, he would look out on acres
of green and healthy crops.
Where as the neighbouring farm. Where the lads had been turned away, with threats to "clear off. 'afore I sets the dogs on 'e" That farmer would look out on acres of brown and stunted crops which looked like....well looked as if.... they'd been.... stamped on, by a whole team of Morris men in the middle of the night.