Showing posts with label Traditions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Traditions. Show all posts

Thursday, March 16, 2023

St. Patrick's Day in American History - by Jo-Ann Roberts

 


Every March 17th, the United States becomes emerald-green for a day. We wear green clothing, drink green beer and milkshakes, and eat green bagels and grits. Parades in big cities and small towns cheer on bagpipers, step dancers and marching bands. However, these traditions weren't imported from Ireland.

They were made in America.

In contrast, March 17th in Ireland had been more of a holy day than holiday. The Irish would attend church in the morning and attend modest feasts in the afternoon. There were no green-tinted foods, since blue, not green was the traditional color associated with Ireland's patron saint prior to the 1798 Irish Rebellion.

While many people believe Boston was the first to hold a St. Patrick's Day celebration in the American colonies, evidence has been unearthed that St. Augustine, Florida may have hosted America's first St. Patrick's Day celebration. Gunpowder expenditure logs indicate cannon blasts or gunfire was used to honor the saint in 1600, and that residents paraded through the town in honor of St. Patrick...perhaps at the urging of an Irish-Catholic priest living there.


Following the devastating failure of Ireland's potato crop in the mid 1840s, Irish Catholics flooded the United States. They clung to their Irish identities and took to the streets in St. Patrick's Day parades to protest the bigotry of the "Know-Nothings", a political party with strong anti-immigrants and anti-Catholics who believed these groups posed a threat to the economic and political security of native-born Protestant Americans.  

"Many who were forced to leave Ireland during the Great Hunger brought a lot of memories, but they didn't have their country, so it was a celebration of being Irish..."




Attitudes toward the Irish began to soften after tens of thousands of them served in the Civil War. They entered the war as second-class citizens but came back as heroes. Notable among them was the 69th Regiment from New York City or as Robert E, Lee called them, The Fighting 69th. As the Irish slowly assimilated into American culture, those without Celtic blood joined in St. Patrick's Day celebrations.


The meal most associated with St. Patrick's Day celebrations--corned beef and

cabbage--was also an American innovation. When ships came into South Street seaport, many women from the slums of lower Manhattan would run down to the docks hoping there was leftover salted beef they could get from the ship's cook for a penny a pound. They would boil the beef three times--the last time with cabbage--to remove some of the brine.

While St. Patrick's Day evolved in the 20th century into a party day for Americans of all ethnicities, the celebration in Ireland remained solemn. For decades, Irish laws prohibited pubs from opening on holy days such as March 17th. Until 1961, the only legal place to get a drink in the Irish capital on St. Patrick's Day was the Royal Dublin Dog Show.

The party atmosphere spread to Ireland after the arrival of television when the Irish could see all the fun Americans were having. Today, the St. Patrick's Day Festival, launched in Dublin in 1996, now attracts one million people each year.

Though the Irish have now St. Patrick's Day traditions, there is one tradition, however, that might not catch on in Ireland...green Guinness! As Mike McCormack, national historian for the Ancient Order of Hibernians says, "St. Patrick never drank green beer."


Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Coming April 26th!



In the summer of 1864 in Roswell, Georgia, widow Sofie Bishop struggles to manage the small family vineyard on her own. The War Between the States took her husband and her way of life. Now, with her home in ruins her only option was working at the Ivy Woolen Mill. Her woes go from bad to worse when the Yankees arrive on Roswell’s doorstep.


Courteous and kind, Captain Seth Ramsey is not what Sofie expects from a Union officer. However, charming he might be, she’s determined to keep her distance. Even when she finds herself branded as a traitor, arrested, and transported north to an uncertain destiny, she didn’t think she could lose much more to the Yankees.
But she was wrong.
Will his vow of love mend her wounded heart? Or would a marriage of convenience be the best she can offer?



Thursday, February 16, 2023

An Early Spring? or Six More Weeks of Winter? - History of Groundhog Day


 

According to legend, the actions of a certain groundhog on February 2nd determines the arrival of spring every year. If it's cloudy when the groundhog emerges from its underground habitat, spring will arrive early. However, if it is sunny and he spies his shadow and burrows back into the ground, winter will continue for six more weeks.

So, how did it begin?

Groundhog Day has its roots in the Christian tradition of Candlemas, when clergy would bless and distribute candles needed for winter. The candles represented how long and cold the winter would be. Germans expanded on this concept by selecting an animal--the hedgehog--as a means of predicting weather. Once they came to America and settled in Pennsylvania, Germans continued the tradition. However, they switched from hedgehogs to groundhogs, which were plentiful in the Keystone State.


The first documented American reference to Groundhog Day was found in a diary entry, dated February 4, 1841, by Morgantown, Pennsylvania storekeeper, James Morris:

"Last Tuesday, the 2nd was Candleman day, the day on which, according to the Germans, the Groundhog peeps out of his winter quarters and if he sees his shadow, he pops back for another six weeks nap but if the day be cloudy, he remains out as the weather is to be moderate."

Groundhog Day was adopted in the U.S. in 1887. Clymer Freas, a newspaper editor belonging to a group of groundhog hunters called the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club, declared that Phil, the Punxsutawney groundhog was America's only true weather-forecasting groundhog. Phil has gained quite a following in recent years, thanks to the movie Groundhog Day, and many more make the annual trek to Punxsutawney to join in the fun.

There is no scientific evidence to support Phil's knowledge of weather predictability, nor does he understand what the fuss is about. Personally, I don't believe in a prediction from a rodent. As a native New Englander, weather in the tundra is a fickle woman, indeed. January could see spring-like temperatures while a snowstorm in May (I kid you not!) is always a real possibility.


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Coming April 26th


She was branded as a traitor to the Union.
He was her sworn enemy.
A marriage of convenience would be perilous…wouldn’t it?
In the summer of 1864 in Roswell, Georgia, widow Sofie Bishop struggles to manage the small family vineyard on her own. The War Between the States took her husband and her way of life. Now, with her home in ruins her only option was working at the Ivy Woolen Mill. Her woes go from bad to worse when the Yankees arrive on Roswell’s doorstep.

Courteous and kind, Captain Seth Ramsey is not what Sofie expects from a Union officer. However charming he might be, she’s determined to keep her distance. Even when she finds herself branded as a traitor, arrested, and transported north to an uncertain destiny, she didn’t think she could lose much more to the Yankees.
But she was wrong.

Orphaned at the age of ten, Seth Morgan appreciated the life Aunt Lou and Uncle Tom had given him in Illinois. Though he had no interest in taking over his uncle’s business moving cargo down the Mississippi, it did fire his imagination for a far different career…as a soldier. Dedicated to his career, he’d never had time to entertain thoughts of a home and family.
But a chance encounter with a lovely, but heart-weary Sofie Bishop has him thinking otherwise. His plans to woo her takes on a sudden urgency when General Sherman orders the mill workers north to military prisons. Volunteering to accompany the women and children on the difficult and dangerous trek, he concocts a plan that would change the course of his life…and hers if only she’d agree.
Will his vow of love mend her wounded heart? Or would a marriage of convenience be the best she can offer?

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Saturday, December 2, 2017

A Fruitcake Tradition

By Paisley Kirkpatrick
Many, many years ago I watched a movie titled "A Christmas Memory." I don't know why the film stuck with me or how it would impact me every Christmas after I'd married. A wonderful actress, Geraldine Page, played a developmentally challenged old woman living somewhere in the rural South. She and her teenage cousin Buddy lived in poverty, but saved their meager funds to buy ingredients to make fruitcakes. One of these fruitcakes ended up being mailed to President Roosevelt.
The annual fruitcake-baking tradition could have been Truman Capote's observational way of writing with his natural dialogue that could have been a semi-autobiographical telling of his upbringing. He wrote about familiar comforts of the people from the south by illustrating one of their traditions in this movie.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGEl6npc2xY
When I got married and met my new mother-in-law, I learned about 'the' recipe for fruitcakes that she made every Thanksgiving. This is the forty-ninth year that I've made three batches of her recipe – the recipe makes six small cakes. We give all but one of the 18 cakes away to people in our community who've been kind to us, businesses that have treated us well, friends, and family. A lot of people say they don't like to eat fruitcake (we all know fruitcakes have a bad reputation), but on many occasions the doubters dared to take a taste of my fruitcake and let me know they loved it. I smile because I've heard it so often. I love it when the people who enjoy the cake, smile warmly when I tell them I've been baking the cakes and they will be ready to send out in a while.
These cakes are my favorite part of Christmas. It's my way of saying thank you. And, then there is the three hours of baking at a low temperature where the house smells heavenly.
***** ***** ***** ***** *****
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Will Hank Hughes get a second chance at love? Temperance Jameson walked into his office looking for employment. She soon proved she could handle herself in his kitchen, her grace and self-assurance sparked a long-forgotten feeling. Will she awaken his heart?
Temperance faced an over-welling task of preparing three meals a day for the huge trading post family, but she'd do anything to please her hard-working boss. After a couple of months, he insisted she sit at the head of the dining table next to him. It not only established her coveted place in the family, but exposed his feelings for her.
EXCERPT:
Tempie is worried Hank isn't over his grief. When a haunting melody from his dead wife's past turns up, will it draw him back to his memories of his wife or release him to make a new life with her?
"I've asked Tempie to take a walk with me this evening. I'm drowning with doubt. Am I crazy to, uh to..."
"It's that serious?"
"Yes, and since you managed to live through your courtship with Genevieve unscathed, I thought you might give me pointers on how to court Tempie."
Big Dog's unbound laughter had Hank shaking his head.
"You want me to help you court our Tempie?"
Hank nodded. "Why are you laughing? You don't think I'm good enough for her?"
"No, no, no, not at all. In fact, I'm wondering what's taken you so long. My God man, the woman is lovely, caring, a great cook, and according to my wife, she's ummm -- fond, no maybe interested, no wondering how to get you to notice her as a woman, not just as your cook."
"What? Are you sure?"
"I don't pay attention to those kinds of things, but Genevieve does. It's a woman thing. We men are at their mercy."
Hank leaned back against the wall. What am I getting myself into? Could Genevieve be right? Had he not been paying attention to Tempie? Not lately with the mess their preacher made and Danielle's wedding to Jax.
"You're being very quiet, Boss. What are you thinking?"
"I've been a blind fool in regards to romancing her."
Big Dog shook his head. "No, you're not any kind of fool. If you want a fool, look at me. How many years did I moon over my wife? I never thought I was good enough to be her husband and what did it get me? Nothing is what. If you're tired of going to bed alone every night, get your act together and court the lady."

Thursday, October 26, 2017

WHAT DOES HALLOWEEN & NEW YEAR'S HAVE IN COMMON? by E. Ayers




The exact origins of Halloween are a little muddy. So where the actual origin is or who celebrated first is lost in lore, so we're only going to back up to that time when Catholicism began to attempt to override the pagan rituals. They tucked Church holidays to pagan ones because who wants to give up a great holiday? These folks were already celebrating with a harvest festival or willingly doing things to appease the nature gods for a better harvest next year.
Probably the most accepted origin of Halloween, that merely means the somewhat similar concept and celebration that shows up the most though the various European countries… Got the idea? Okay.
Long story short, Halloween was a harvest celebration, complicated by All Saints Day I'll save you from how they only looked at the year as three seasons and not four, yet recognized the four lunar divisions of time. That's a whole different discussion. The pagan celebration of the harvest included the idea that their beloved family members would watch over them. Much like a favorite uncle might be watching to be certain his niece or nephew were successful and bountiful. Add All Saints Day in there when people were to celebrate the Catholic saints. Not the football team. Although I'm certain that Saints fans would love such a holiday, but the Church claimed it first. Furthermore football, as a sport, had not been developed yet and that's probably because they didn't have much leisure time between Spring planting to when they were harvesting everything by hand with only a scythe.
So on All Hallow's Eve that favorite long-since-dead family member came to visit or that's what they believed might happen. People wanted to be prepared and show off that they would survive the long cold winter and manage to feed their family with their abundant harvest even if that harvest was pitiful. To prove their wealth, they set the table with an extra plate in honor of that dead family member and placed food on the plate. It is a little gross, isn't it?
Now depending on which country- it varies slightly… This morphed into a trickster night
when young folks often would rattle a few things and make their neighbors think this dead family member did come back from the grave and wasn't exactly pleased. In a few places, young men believed that the dead could come back, not as zombies but as spirits. And what better place to find them than in a cemetery? So they challenged each other to surviving a run through the cemetery or spend a whole night there! Yes, a cemetery was a dangerous place, especially in the dark. There were plenty of markers that could trip a person who was running, or a partially sunk grave or worse they could fall into a freshly dug grave where the body was not yet interred.
The holiday changed slightly into the idea of sharing that wasted plate of food with neighbors or the less fortunate in the neighborhood. Eventually it changed again into children going from house to house to sample the sweet treats that everyone had made for the holiday.
The wearing of costumes appears to come from the young men not wanting to be caught by those who would probably know them and might tell the families. This disguise was referred to mumming. Mumming was used for plays and other forms of entertainment usually by traveling bands of actors.
Now the pumpkin/jack o' lantern is even more complicated. For starters, the pumpkin didn't exist at least not in Europe way back in those days. Gourds did but apparently in southern countries. Also the lowly turnip wasn't in the cucurbit family, but it's believed that it was large enough to hollow out and hold a candle thus giving a person a means of lighting their path or maybe to show a doorway of a house willing to give out a treat. The actual jack o' lantern derived its name from the light that flickered over the peat bogs. It's what we would call foxfire but they called Jack O'Lantern. That's not that the same as that internet browser app called Firefox.
Most northern European countries tended to celebrate this crazy holiday, but each area had its own flavor and slightly different traditions. But the concept of a harvest festival was not limited to Europe. It seems people everywhere enjoyed a party and what better thing to celebrate than a bountiful harvest?
Now in the United States, it appears the Swedes brought mumming, dressing up, in the form of parades to Philadelphia, but it was the Celtic people that brought Samhain with them to the new country. And like most forms of entertainment, when there were no X-boxes or TV's to occupy the time after the sun had set, it didn't take much to catch on with the general public. The fun spread as these people moved around the country. The downside of it was those who weren't so innocent also took up mumming. Getting drunk and roaming around in costume was frowned upon. So it was outlawed, except many disliked the new laws that prevented their fun. So eventually it was allowed in controlled situations. It fizzled out in most places, except in Philadelphia, PA. and Hagerstown, MD.
But the fun of visiting houses for treats on All Hallow's Eve, Halloween, or Samhain (pronounced SAH-win or SOW-in) stayed and became a children's holiday. It was a chance for them to go mumming. It was only celebrated in a few places in the USA before the 1900's. So what happened to those adults who honestly loved being mummers and meant no harm? They banded together into several small clubs in the Philadelphia area where they began building elaborate costumes and received a permit to march on New Year's Day 1901.
That parade is one of the oldest parades in the USA. If you've never seen it, it's worth watching. Many of the costumes are 100 pounds or more and require strong bodies. They train all year long. No military marching, or lazy shuffling from these folks, they dance or what they call strut for a mile! Over the years, they have followed old traditions that often weren't and still aren't politically correct. One of the mummers has come forward and said we all keep learning, and the clubs involved are trying hard to be more welcoming to all people this year.
I know as a child I scrambled down the steps when my mom's wake-up call was to say the parade was on the TV. A special dance is performed with a traditional chant. Think of a military-type marching song and you've got the flow of the chant.
Here we stand before your door,
As we stood the year before;
Give us whiskey; give us gin,
Open the door and let us in.
Or give us something nice and hot
Like a steaming hot bowl of Pepper Pot.

Except I refused to eat Pepper Pot and I didn't care how traditional it was. I refused even say "Pepper Pot" instead I substituted beef potpie. Really one of the few foods I ever refused it eat other than brussel sprouts and it wasn't the tripe that it contained that made me turn my nose up - it was those green peppers and onions.
But it was the traditional song of the parade that I think every child in the Philadelphia area could sing, James A. Bland's "Oh, Dem Golden Slippers" probably because we heard it several times during the parade.

Oh, dem golden slippers!
Oh, dem golden slippers!
Golden slippers I’m gwine to wear,
Becase dey look so neat.

Oh, dem golden slippers!
Oh, dem golden slippers!
Golden slippers I’se gwine to wear,
To walk de golden street.

As an adult, I discovered that James A. Bland was a very talented Black man who often couldn't find work because suitable parts went to people in blackface. Some things will never make sense to me. Nor did I realize as a child that this was a religious song about dying and going to heaven. I guess heaven is paved in gold.
So whether you call it Halloween, All Hallow's Eve, Samhain, or about ten other names with virtually the same meaning, it falls on Oct 31. It's a hodgepodge of traditions that have filtered into a simple childrens' holiday. It's a spooky, fun time for everyone. It's a chance for families to gather around the kitchen table and figure out how to carve a pumpkin without stabbing each other! Okay, I promise I'm joking. And just how much reflective tape can a child wear without making a Darth Vader costume look like a construction pylon for controlling traffic?
If you love the idea of keeping old traditions alive, try setting a plate at the table in honor of a loved one who has passed. Count a few blessings. Sometimes we forget how lucky we are, how far we've come, and just what we do have.
Halloween wasn't celebrated too much in the early days of the west except for a few people who brought the traditions of their country with them. The closest ranch might be a full day's drive away so the holiday passed without any fanfare. If the town's population was mostly a particular ethnic group that celebrated, it was possible that the children did, too. Otherwise it took until the 1920's for the evening to truly be a holiday.
Today in many parts of Europe, people still visit the cemeteries of family members and decorate the graves with flowers. In the northern hemisphere, we are done with the harvest of most crops and we are heading into the quiet months of winter with less light and a chance for more snuggle time with those we love.
A long time ago, I spent a Halloween in labor. She wasn't born until the next day, but I'll never forget that particular Halloween. I leaned against the wall by the door because it was too much trouble to sit between the little ghosts and goblins looking for treats. In fact many of my fun memories from childhood center on Halloween. We got to run free in our darkened neighborhood. And in those days, we ate whatever was in our bags and at the houses. If timed correctly, hot cider was waiting for us at one house when we were certain our fingers and toes might fall off because they must have been frozen solid. One neighbor had cookies, and another allowed us to use the bathroom. Gone are the days where everyone knew everyone in the neighborhood. Kids no longer do what we did.
Halloween is changing. I think it's in flux and hasn't settled into its new shoes in this modern society. But it will probably continue to change and keep up with the times. After all, it's no longer a marauding band of drunks playing games in the neighborhood. Look how far we have come since those days. It's a fairly new one in North America, but its roots go back over one thousand years and its history is buried in lore. But as we become more global, we keep sharing our traditions with other countries. Halloween is now part of quite a few countries where it had never been celebrated.
Have a safe and wonderful holiday!
Trick or Treat!

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Paiute Cradleboards, Basketry, and Weaving by Paty Jager

I had the pleasure of attending an event called Tradition Keepers. It was sponsored by the Harney County Arts Association on my area. There were people showing western and American Indian traditions. I navigated toward the two Paiute women who specialized in basketry and cradleboard making.

Rena Beers is an elder who makes beautiful traditional cradleboards. She is 98 years old. The tradition of making cradleboards was passed down by her parents and grandparents.

To start the process for making the cradleboard she is given or purchases a hide. The hide is soaked in water for several days. She removes the hair with a draw knife. Then rinses the hide and soaks it again, only this time in cow brain for two to three days. This is the process that softens the hide. The next step is wringing out the hide. At this stage the hide is white in color. The hide is then smoked, keeping a close eye on the hide so it doesn't burn. This process gives the hide a warm yellow tone.

During the waiting processes in the hide tanning, Rena gathers willow of uniform size for the bones of the cradle board.  After gathering the sticks, she strips the bark from the willow.  When the hide is properly tanned and the willow is cut to size she begins building the cradleboard. When the board is finished she adds a decoration of colorful bead work. While her cradleboards look like collector pieces, they are used on the reservation for newborns.

Sara Barton specializes in basketry and learned the art of making cradleboards from Rena and another elder who is no longer of this earth.

Sara's basketry projects begin with her gathering willow in the winter. This is the best time to get the sticks when the sap is down and nothing is growing on the sticks.The bark is taken off the sticks and they are split.

In the above photo it shows the stages that a willow stick goes through to become willow thread. What is used in weaving and basketry. This thread is wound and left to dry 6-10 months. Like all wood product they must dry completely before being used or they can shrink and ruin a project that took many hours to make.



The items above were made to show the different types of materials that can be used to weave and make baskets. The different colors are obtained either by the material or how the material is stored. The white circle of willow thread at the top of the photos shows one circle of the willow covered in white cloth and one uncovered. The uncovered will turn the brown you see in the two circular projects. If the willow is kept wrapped in the cloth until used, it remains white for many years before it begins to also darken. 

Sara weaving a hood on a cradleboard
You can see that as she uses the willow thread while weaving it is placed in a bowl of water to make it pliable enough to work with.
 
Sara was wonderful to visit with. She gave me insights into more than just her basketry, cradleboards, and regalia. She had a wonderful spirit about her. Pointing out a photo of her regalia dress that she'd made, she said, "I don't know how to sew, but I wanted to make my regalia dress myself, from the sewing to the decorations. I prayed to the Creator to show me the way and it came to me in a dream, you know, how to do it." This gave me chills because it sounds so much like my character Shandra Higheagle in my mystery series. Not the praying to the Creator, Shandra doesn't believe in her heritage that strongly yet, but the dream fits so well with what I write. She also told me that she wanted the regalia dress not to dance at powwows but to dance for herself. She'd heard that the traditional dance of not just her people but people all over the world was being lost. And it has been passed down that everyone dancing all over the world brings balance. It keeps earth from tipping off it's axis. That is why she dances and teaches her daughter and grandchildren to dance. Dance is joyful and the world needs that joyfulness.

This meeting of Rena and Sara brought joyfulness to me. Not only did I meet two wonderful women, I learned a bit more about their culture and traditions.



Award-winning author Paty Jager and her husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. She not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it. All Paty’s work has Western or Native American elements in them along with hints of humor and engaging characters. Her penchant for research takes her on side trips that eventually turn into yet another story.
 

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