I think there is some sense in that, Graphite. There are far fewer collective activities these days than in the past - of the sort that a whole village takes part in, I mean. There is still the odd cheese roll or wellie fling, but I'd put a pound to a penny most of the participants are 'incomers' anyway. Much as the thought of community dancing would fill me with dread, a lot of that sort of thing would bring people together.
I was reading recently about collective harvest-gathering, with the first finished helping the one who was latest, and so on, in (supposedly) good-natured competition. Obviously that would be efficient for getting all the crops harvested before they deteriorated, which would reduce the need for feeding those who were too old/ill/frail to do so themselves, but it would also foster a community spirit, as there was celebration afterwards with rituals and singing etc, which again would make people feel they 'belonged'. Whilst the men were harvesting, the women were binding the sheaves and everyone joined in - even the children had things to do, and to discourage idleness, the woman who bound the fewest sheaves had to sit in a cart during the festivities (!). I'm not suggesting public humiliation like that, but on the whole I can see that pulling together is a good thing, whilst nowadays everyone is in their own houses living separate lives.
I was amused by the idea of men helping the late corn-gatherers, as it reminded me of when they mow one another's lawns, or put the neighbours' bins out with a cheery - 'I got yours, Colin!' Another lie in was it?' I think it must be a hard-wired impulse with some men
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I miss the woman my daughter was before she lost her husband


