I witnessed a skimmelton in 1971. Visiting in the home of friends who were a newly married couple late one evening, we were startled by a loud ruckus outside the house. We needn’t investigate long. A crowd of mostly young neighbors and friends had arrived outside with a tractor and wagon - or was it a pickup truck loaded with hay? They banged on the door and on the pots and pans they carried, invaded the house, and, in high spirits and with boundless good nature, “kidnapped” the newlyweds for a mock serenade, a hayride through the village accompanied by lots of noise and lots of razzing of the young couple. It was fun although as I remember, the couple was less than thrilled.