December 22, 2010

  • The Elves and Gnomes of Christmas

    Three more days until Christmas, and counting...

     ELVES  

    GNOMES

    We in the U.S. generally refer to Santa's helpers as "elves", but in appearance and function they might just as well be gnomes.  In Scandinavia, the jul-nisse, red gnomes, bring Christmas presents, as they have probably been doing since before Scandinavia became predominantly Christian.

    Their becoming attached to the Santa myth appears to derive from two causes:  they were around as Gift-Givers and household helpers from antiquity, and the idea of one lone man, St. Nick, not only delivering all the gifts on Xmas, but making them, too, was too hard to swallow.

    "Father Christmas needs helpers, goes the rationale behind this, mainly Scandinavian, tradition. There are a number of gnomes (In Finnish tontut, in Swedish tomtar, Nisse in Denmark and Norway), which help Father Christmas to manufacture the presents and distribute them (We in Northern Europe just do believe in industrial production).

    "The tale of gnomes goes back to pagan times, when there was widespread belief in house gnomes which supposedly guarded homes against any evil (evil was ubiquitous in Viking times). These gnomes were mostly benevolent but they could be nasty if they were not properly treated. They were clad in grey with red caps. 

     The cult of gnomes withstood the onslaught of Christianity and was eventually linked with things Christian. The oral traditions were fixed in writing in the19th century when a succession of writers (Grimm Brothers, Thiele,Topelius, Rydberg) and artists (Hansen, Nyström) created the true Christmas gnomes.

    "Originally these apparitions were active throughout the year but nowadays they are firmly entrenched in the Christmas time, although in Finland the children are scared by "tontut" who watch behind the windows and keep tally of the good behavior the year round. As with all Christmas customs, local or global, the origins are forgotten and everything is intertwined with the modern folklore, Disney (whose seven dwarves bear marked resemblance to Christmas gnomes) and all... "
    written by Jarno Tarkoma

    MERRY
    XMAS
     

    and a
    HA
    PPY
    NEW YEAR

  • Born in a Manger

     

    Luke, Chapter 2, verses 5-7:

    5He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
    5To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.   6And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.   7And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
    5 An Mary went wif him, 'coz she was gonna be married wif him an she was preggerz.6 When wuz time for teh baybee,7 it wuz a boy, so he wuz wrapd in blanket like burrito an placd him in fud dish, cuz innkeeper wuz liek, no room here
    kthxbye!

    (click thumbnails to enlarge)
    According to St Luke the Evangelist (2,7) Jesus was born in a stable or at least in a place where animals were kept.  In fact the word presepio (Nativity Scene) comes from the Latin verb praesepire (to enclose, to hedge, to fence) and today it means manger or crib.

    The Low Latin word cripia, meaning manger, was the origin of the terms creche, crib, krippe, krubba, szopka and wertep meaning Nativity Scene respectively in French, English, German and Swedish, Polish and Russian.

    With time the tradition of the Presepio evolved in various phases. It was first found in churches, and this was the ecclesiastical period. The figures at first painted and then carved, were placed at side altars and chapels specially reserved for the Presepio, and during the Christmas Season the Presepio was decorated with lights and flowers. Later came the aristocratic period in which the tradition of a Presepio in the home became popular among the nobility and Nativity Scenes were ever richer and more pretentious, but also highly artistic. This tradition gradually extended to all the social classes acquiring an typically popular character which it retained.


    The two oldest depictions of the Nativity date from the fourth century.

    The first is a fresco discovered in 1877 in   the Catacombs of Saint Sebastian in Rome.  It decorates the funeral chamber of a Christian family that lived around the year 380.   In that wall painting, there are no figures representing Mary or Joseph, but only the child in the manger attended by an ox and an ass.

    I searched unsuccessfully for images of either of those paintings.  I did find one that is roughly contemporary with them, a fresco from a Roman catacomb, picturing Mary suckling baby Jesus, with the Star of Bethlehem overhead.



    St. Francis of Assisi is credited with popularizing the crèche tradition. In 1223, St. Francis was traveling to the Italian village Greccio, when the sight of shepherds in moonlit fields evoked images of the first Christmas. Inspired by the midnight scene, he beckoned villagers that Christmas Eve to light the sky with their torches, bring their animals, and re-enact the Nativity.
    christmascreche.org

    The source of this misinterpretation stems from approximately two hundred years after the birth of Jesus, when an anonymous Christian wrote an expanded account of the birth of Jesus that has survived and is called The Protevangelium of James.

    James had nothing to do with it. The author was not a Jew and did not understand Palestinian geography or Jewish tradition.  In that period many wrote books claiming famous people as the authors.
     
    Scholars date this particular novel to around the year A.D. 200, and it is full of imaginative details. Jerome, the famous Latin scholar, attacked it, as did many of the popes.  It was composed in Greek but translated into Latin, Syriac, Armenian, Georgian, Ethiopic, Coptic and old Slavonic. The author had clearly read the Gospel stories, but he (or she) was unfamiliar with the geography of the Holy Land. In the novel, for example, the author describes the road between Jerusalem and Bethlehem as a desert. It is not a desert but rather rich farm land.
     
    In the novel, as they approach Bethlehem, Mary says to Joseph, "Joseph, take me down from the ass, for the child within me presses me, to come forth."
     
    Responding to this request, Joseph leaves Mary in a cave and rushes off to Bethlehem to find a midwife. After seeing fanciful visions on the way, Joseph returns with the midwife (the baby has already been born) to be faced with a dark cloud and then a bright light overshadowing the cave.

    A woman by the name of Salome appears out of nowhere and meets the midwife who tells her that a virgin has given birth and is still a virgin.  Salome expresses doubt at this marvel and her hand turns leprous as a result. After an examination, Mary's claim is vindicated. Then an angel suddenly stands before Salome and tells her to touch the child. She does so and the diseased hand is miraculously healed and the novel spins on from there.

    Authors of popular novels usually have good imaginations. An important part of this novel's story line is that Jesus was born even before his parents arrived in Bethlehem. This novel is the earliest known reference to the notion that Jesus was born the night Mary and Joseph arrived in or near Bethlehem. The average Christian, who has never heard of this book, is nonetheless unconsciously influenced by it.


    Ken Bailey also says that Bethlehem was too small to have a regular inn.  Mangers, usually made of stone, were present inside private  homes.  Archaeologists have found many of them.  Cattle, donkeys and sheep were brought into the houses at night, and stayed in an area with floors several feet below those in the family's living area.  Mary had relatives nearby, and scriptural references,  "while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered," suggest that they had plenty of time to find lodging before the birth.


    In Naples, Italy, the production of figures for Nativity scenes is a major industry.  In 2008 --

    ...Beyond the thousands of angel, sheep, Mary and Joseph figures filling market stalls before Christmas, craftsmen say Obama has become a top seller.

    "The ones we are selling the most of are those of Barack Obama, America's new president, along with his wife Michelle," said craftsman Genny Di Virgilio.

    Tradition requires that the nativity scene be built up over time until Christmas Eve, when baby Jesus is put in the manger as the very last element of the display.

    As always, figurine-makers provide a chance to choose a more light-hearted approach for the scene providing replicas of personalities who have made the news during the last year.

    Beyond Obama, they are also selling figurines of French President Nicolas Sarkozy and his wife Carla Bruni and even Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi.


    The traditionally designed grouping above is representative of many small tabletop Nativity scenes from the past century or so.  The stylization shown below is typical of an artistic trend away from realism in the symbolic figures, although few sets are as simple as these core trios.  Most people prefer to add animals, wise men, shepherds, etc.

     

    The set above, carved in Israel from native olive wood, can be purchased for $998US from Holy Land Treasures, but please try to restrain the impulse to buy.  Although that set is not as tacky as Rod Loranger's crèche below, it is, nevertheless, more than ostentatious enough, in its understated way.

    Loranger and his wife Dawn are infamous in Anchorage for their outdoor Christmas displays.  Neighbors have complained for years about the noise from amplified carols and the bright, flashing lights.  Every year, the display is attacked by vandals, but Rob and Dawn Loranger are impervious to art criticism and deaf to their neighbors' cries of distress.

    In 2004, according to the Anchorage Daily News, vandals, "slashed off the heads of Santa and Mrs. Claus, dolls that sat inside a miniature RV made to look like the family's real mobile home in the carport.  The thieves also stole a movie projector that flashes Christmas images on the garage door and made off with the key component of the nativity scene.  'They cut the wire on the Baby Jesus,' said Dawn Loranger, whose husband, Rob, makes many of the family's Christmas displays by hand.  After cutting Baby Jesus out of the manger, the thugs fled down a nearby bike path, flinging the kidnapped infant and the headless Clauses to the ground, said Dawn, who discovered the destruction when she awoke Sunday morning. 'I cried all the way to church,' she said."

    *sob*

December 20, 2010

  • Winter Solstice - Sacred Survival

     - Archaeoastronomy - Diverse Traditions

    Tuesday, the planet reaches the annual point in its solar orbit where again it starts turning its northern face toward the sun.  The December solstice occurs at 23:37 (11:37 PM) Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) on December 21, 2010.  It is also known as the winter solstice in the Northern Hemisphere.

    Winter Solstice 2010 times:

    Tuesday Margasirsha 15th, 2067 at 11:37 PM Hindu Lunar Calendar
    Wednesday uinal 17 10th, tun 17, katun 19, baktun 12 at 11:37 PM Mayan Calendar
    2:37 PM Alaska Time
    6:37 PM EST- Xanga Time

    Click any image to enlarge.

    At this time of year, when the sun is so low in the southern sky that it doesn't rise above the treetops, I  can use all the light, warmth and celebration I can get.  My sleep pattern is disrupted by an atavistic hibernation instinct, and I'm as likely as not to sleep late and miss every precious minute of our brief sub-arctic daylight.  I hate when that happens. 

    Summer Solstice, when the sun barely dips below the northern horizon and the "night" doesn't get fully dark, is a bittersweet time because we know that from that point on for the next six months it will only get darker and darker.  Winter Solstice here is the most glorious day of the year, the day that the sun starts coming back.  Considering all the time I have been giving to covering Christmas, I would be horribly remiss not to blog about Winter Solstice.

    I cannot cover Winter Solstice without mentioning archaeoastronomy.   Everywhere on the planet that the turning of the seasons was celebrated, there have been ways to calculate and predict solstices and equinoxes, and people whose role in their cultures was to watch for the changes of the seasons.  In early agricultural communities, it was a matter of survival.  Knowing when to plant and harvest could make the difference between life and death for an entire tribe.

    It also makes sense, in cultures where the light of the sun and its warmth were so intimately related to survival, that solstices would become sacred events to be celebrated.  At the Summer Solstice, the sun  is as high in the heavens as it gets, the days are longest and are growing warmer as winter's cold is banished.  That alone is sufficient cause to celebrate.

    At the Winter Solstice, the sun is warming the opposite hemisphere and is at its lowest angle of the whole year, giving a few hours of light but not much heat since its rays must pass through more of the atmosphere to reach us.  But ancient people's personal experience, the stories of their ancestors, and the wisdom of the archaeoastronomers (sometimes called "seers" or "shamans" or some equivalent title) assured them that as this longest dark night passed, the days would begin to lengthen, even though there were some cold months yet to endure before warmth and life were restored to the earth.  The sun's "turnaround", then, was reason for celebration.  It's dark, it's cold, but the lifegiving sun will return!

    In various locations around the world our ancient ancestors built structures designed to mark the seasons.  At Newgrange, in Ireland, is an ancient passage tomb, 500 years older than the Great Pyramic at Giza, and a millennium older than Stonehenge.  As the Winter Solstice sun rises over Red Mountain across the Boyne Valley, a beam of light through a "window," the roofbox, stretches through the passage and illuminates an inner chamber.  This chamber is dark except for a few minutes once a year. In my mind's eye I see an old crone, sleeping in the inner chamber, having lost track of the long nights and cold wet days, awakening to the sun and hurrying out to spread the word:  Here comes the Sun!

    It is a narrow beam of light, and is only visible for fourteen minutes at sunrise on the Winter Solstice.  The wobble in the Earth's axis has caused some changes in the angle at which the beam of light enters the chamber.  It is theorized that in Neolithic times, it struck a certain stone and was reflected onto the carving of a triple spiral on another stone.

    These days, a lottery is held each year and about a hundred people are allowed to enter Newgrange to see the Light on the 5 days around the Winter Solstice.  In 2010, 25,349 people applied for the privilege.  Applications are now available for the 2011 Winter Solstice.  The drawing will be held September 30.



    National Geographic News for December, 2009, had an excellent Solstice article.

    Spirals are a symbol for life and / or time, across many cultures on this planet.  The lines spiraling out from the center can also provide a means for measuring the approach of a solstice, as they do at Fajada Butte in Chaco Canyon National Historic Park in New Mexico.

    As the Summer Solstice approaches, at successive sunrises the Sun Dagger, a beam of light striking the wall behind three gigantic slabs of stone that fell from the Butte in some ancient time, comes closer and closer to the center, until on the longest day of the year it bisects the spiral exactly across the center.
    At sunrise on the Winter Solstice, two beams of light bracket this same spiral carving.

    Less obvious on the Fajada Butte carving are two grooves, one above the other, that mark the movement of the Moon in its 18.6 year Metonic Cycle.  At the rise of the full moon in its farthest northern position, a light moon shadow is cast along the upper groove.  9.3 years later when the moon reaches its furthest southern position, the rising full moon casts its shadow on the lower groove.

    The archaeoastronomers left little besides their standing stones, a few ancient structures, and carvings in stone to show us that the turn of the seasons was important to them.  There are probably some remnants of their celebrations that have endured, and still survive in our celebrations now.  Cross-culturally, the Winter Solstice festivals involve feasting, fire, and light, in apparent attempts to offset the cold, dark and scarcity of winter, and to celebrate the brighter days to come.

    The ancient Chinese believed that the yin qualities of darkness and cold were most powerful at the winter solstice, but it was also the turning point that gave way to the light and warmth of yang. Today, the celebration of Dong Zhi is the second most important festival of the Chinese calendar after Chinese New Year or Spring Festival.  A special seasonal treat is tang yuan, colorful, glutinous rice balls in a sweet syrup.

    Makara Sankramana is a festival held in India around the time of the winter solstice celebrating the sun's ascendency, marked by gift giving and special prayers.   Til-gul, sesame seeds and sweet jaggery, is distributed in symbolism of friendship and "sweet" speech and behavior.  The festival is dedicated to the Sun God, and light is seen as symbolic of intellectual illumination. It is the capacity to discriminate between the right and the wrong, the just and the unjust, truth and falsehood, virtue and vice.  Cattle are washed, and their horns are painted bright colors and covered with shiny metal caps.  Beads, bells, sheafs of corn and flowers are hung around the cows' necks.

    On the Jewish calendar, the Hanukkah “festival of lights,” commemorates an event at the re-dedication of the Temple in Jerusalem after the overthrow of Greek rule:  a small quantity of oil to light the Temple's menorah miraculously lasted eight days.  The festival is seen by many to be a metaphor for the hopeful lengthening of days brought on by the winter solstice.  During the eight days of the festival, the nine candles of the menorah are lit and blessings are said.  Games are played, stories told, gifts given, and traditional foods are enjoyed.

    Vestiges of the ancient Germanic Yule festival live on in winter feasting that occurs around Christmas, as well as the tradition of the Yule log whose embers were believed to frighten away evil spirits.  The early beginnings of Christmas, in fact, have direct roots in the winter solstice celebration that took place at Saturnalia, dedicated to Saturn, the god of agriculture in Roman times.  When Christianity was introduced to the Roman Empire in the early 4th Century, the church in its wisdom allowed the Saturnalia tradition to continue, but concluded the week-long festival on the traditional Roman feast day of Sol Invictus, the victorious sun, with a day dedicated to the birth of Christ, or Christ's Mass, better known today as Christmas.

    Twenty-first century Wiccans and Neo-Pagans celebrate Yule in various ways, honoring Sun, Moon, and Earth.  This is not a cohesive group with a single strong tradition, but one common element exists through all Pagan Yule celebrations:  LIGHT.  Now, at the darkest time of year (in the Northern Hemisphere - for those in the Southern Hemisphere, Christmas and Chanukah are summer celebrations) we - celebrants of all religions: Christian, Hindu, Jew, Buddhist, Pagan or whatever -  light candles, make fires and comfort ourselves for the hardships of winter by anticipating the renewal of spring and rejoicing in the life that we know lies sleeping within the Earth.




    Click any cartoon above to make it big enough to read.

December 19, 2010

  • Santa's Reindeer

    How did reindeer become associated with Christmas?

    The species Rangifer tarandus is native to Scandinavia, Greenland, and other northern areas of Europe, Asia, and North America.  They had been native to Scotland until their extinction in the tenth century, and they were reintroduced there about half a century ago.  The wild ones are tasty and nutritious, and the domesticated ones are working stock in addition to being a source of meat and milk.  Generally they pull sleds, but in Siberia they are also ridden.  (Click any thumbnail below to enlarge.)

    Around here, in Alaska, they are known as caribou unless they are domesticated, in which case they become reindeer.  That makes sense, doesn't it, if you think a caribou looks something like a deer?  Deer with reins are reindeer.

    (above: actual Plastinated reindeer)

    They are known from archaeological evidence in northern Europe to have been domesticated since sometime between the bronze age and iron age, close to three thousand years ago.

    The earliest known print reference to Santa Claus with (possibly) a single flying reindeer is this from William B. Gilley in  A Children's Friend (1821):

     
    "Old Santeclaus with much delight
    His reindeer drives this frosty night
    O'er chimney tops, and tracks of snow
    To bring his yearly gifts to you."

    The image of Santa with a team of reindeer appears to have originated with Thomas Nast in a series of illustrations he drew between 1863 and 1886, a few of which were copied as color lithographs by George P. Walker to illustrate a popular children's book, Santa Claus and his Works, around 1870.

    (My source for much of the above info is B.K. Swartz, Jr.'s college course on Christmas history.)

     

    The likeliest origin for both Santa's aeronautical reindeer and his residence at the North Pole is in the Russian myth of Grandfather Frost, "Ded Moroz", who is the grandfather of Snegurochka, the snow maiden.  Ded Moroz drives reindeer to pull his sleigh, delivers gifts, and fights off Baba Yaga, the witch who tries to steal the presents.

      
     

    Part of the myth of Grandfather Frost is similar to that of the Anglo-American Jack Frost who personifies and explains the appearance of frost, hoarfrost, rime and ice in freezing weather. 

    Even though Jack Frost has a chilling effect, he is an elfin and friendly character in comparison with the ancient pagan Grandfather Frost, a powerful smith who forges rigid chains of ice to bind water to the earth in winter.  In contemporary Russia, some aspects of the Saint Nicholas legend have adhered to the older pagan Ded Moroz, making him a milder and friendlier character.

    That most famous reindeer of all, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, was the brainchild of Robert L. May.  May worked for the Montgomery-Ward department store chain as an advertising copy writer.  The company had been buying Christmas coloring books as a promotional give-away to children.  In 1939, to save money, Robert May was asked to come up with a story that could be printed in a give-away booklet. 

    May, drawing in part on the tale of The Ugly Duckling and his own background (he was a often taunted as a child for being shy, small, and slight), settled on the idea of an underdog ostracized by the reindeer community because of his physical abnormality: a glowing red nose. Looking for an alliterative name, May considered and rejected Rollo (too cheerful and carefree a name for the story of a misfit) and Reginald (too British) before deciding on Rudolph. He then proceeded to write Rudolph's story in verse, as a series of rhyming couplets, testing it out on his 4-year-old daughter Barbara as he went along. Although Barbara was thrilled with Rudolph's story, May's boss was worried that a story featuring a red nose — an image associated with drinking and drunkards — was unsuitable for a Christmas tale. May responded by taking Denver Gillen, a friend from Montgomery Ward's art department, to the Lincoln Park Zoo to sketch some deer. Gillen's illustrations of a red-nosed reindeer overcame the hesitancy of May's bosses, and the Rudolph story was approved. Montgomery Ward distributed 2.4 million copies of the Rudolph booket in 1939, and although wartime paper shortages curtailed printing for the next several years, a total of 6 million copies had been given by the end of 1946.

    The post-war demand for licensing the Rudolph character was tremendous, but since May had created the story as an employee of Montgomery Ward, they held the copyright and he received no royalties. Deeply in debt from the medical bills resulting from his wife's terminal illness (she died about the time May created Rudolph), May persuaded Montgomery Ward's corporate president, Sewell Avery, to turn the copyright over to him in January 1947. With the rights to his creation in hand, May's financial security was assured. "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was printed commercially in 1947 and shown in theaters as a nine-minute cartoon the following year. The Rudolph phenomenon really took off, however, when May's brother-in-law, songwriter Johnny Marks, developed the lyrics and melody for a Rudolph song. Marks' musical version of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" (turned down by many who didn't want to meddle with the established Santa legend) was recorded by Gene Autry in 1949, sold two million copies that year, and went on to become one of the best-selling songs of all time (second only to "White Christmas" in its time). A TV special about Rudolph narrated by Burl Ives was produced in 1964 and remains a popular perennial holiday favorite in the USA.

    May quit his copywriting job in 1951 and spent seven years managing his creation before returning to Montgomery Ward, where he worked until his retirement in 1971. May died in 1976, comfortable in the life his reindeer creation had provided for him.

    (source:  snopes.com)

    I had one of those books when I was little, and as children do I read it over and over until I knew the story by rote.  Although the best-known Rudolph is the one from the song and the subsequent short film narrated by Burl Ives, May's original Rudolph wasn't quite the same story.  Originally, Santa found Rudolph by accident when he noticed the glow from his nose as he was delivering gifts to the home where Rudolph lived with his loving parents.   I recall the first time I heard Gene Autry sing the song.  Mama and I were in our kitchen listening to the radio.  I must have been five years old, because that was the year that record was released.  I was outraged, and complained to my mother:  "He got the story all wrong!"

    Below is my hanging ivy plant "Christmas tree" from 2008.

    If you are just coming in on this countdown to Christmas, below is a list of the episodes currently in existence.  I may be inspired or persuaded to take on other aspects of the Xmas mythos this season or in those to follow.
    *The ones I like best or had the most fun researching and writing are starred.
    1.   svwX - turning the 12 days of Christmas upside-down and backwards*
    2.   Why postpone the joy?
    3.   Origins of the Candy Cane
    4.   Two Patriotic (Xmas) Poems - Giving the Authors their Due
    5.   White Christmas  by Robert W. Service (not my #1 favorite Xmas poem by him, but pretty good anyway, in its own sentimental way)
    6.   All about Christmas trees*
    7.   Holidays are Hazardous (political correctness and other evils)
    8.   Born in a Manger (origin and history of the crèche or Nativity scene)*
    9.   Holiday Treats for Gifts or for Eating - six recipes:  3 sugary & 3 gluten-free lo-cal
    10.   Io Saturnalia! - ancient history*
    11. It really is a WONDERFUL LIFE. - Featured Grownups essay on how I made my little world a better place.
    12. Xmas in War and Something Else - war and peace with a seasonal twist, in poetry, pictures, cartoons, etc.*
    13. Winter Solstice - Sacred Survival (archaeoastronomy and diverse traditions)
    14. How did reindeer get involved, anyway?
    15. Mistletoe, Holly, Ivy, Poinsettias and Yule Logs
    16. Draggin' the Tree (cowboy Christmas poetry)
    17. The Trapper's Christmas Eve and The Christmas Tree by Robert W. Service
    18. The Ancestry and Evolution of Santa Claus*
    19. The Elves and Gnomes of Christmas
    20.  The Shepherds and the Angels
    21.  A small collection of seasonally appropriate, but otherwise inappropriate, images unworthy of attention by anyone except one with a seriously sick sense of humor.
    22.  My favorite Christmas Poem

December 17, 2010

  • If you love someone, tell him so.

    If you need reassurance, ask for it. 

    If someone's sadness touches you, tell her that.

    If you're not seeing the trend here, not getting what I'm getting at, stay with me.  I'll try to explain.

    Some of us have inhibitions around revealing our innermost feelings.  We may love someone, and instead of telling her we love her, we tell her she is... beautiful, admirable, inspiring, brilliant... whatever -- whatever, in our own minds, is lovable or worthy.  That puts the emphasis on the object of our affections, not on the feelings we're feeling.

    From E. J. Gold, a wise and savvy man, I learned that when most people ask for help, what they really want is reassurance.  When I first read that statement, I questioned it immediately.  That's not how I operate.  If I ever needed reassurance, I'd seek it directly.  If I ask for help, it is because I need help.   But I have been observing people, and I must concur with E. J.:  when most people ask for help, they don't want real help.  They want to be reassured that they've done the best they can or that they can do it, that they are, in fact, helpless, or that whatever it was, it wasn't all that important anyway, or was impossible all along.

    When some people see others suffering, or hear them complaining about how unfair life is, or observe them beating up on themselves for their faults and failings, they seek to build these others up by exaggerating their virtues and strengths, by attributing to them admirable characteristics that are either not present or in very scant supply, or they offer reassurance by professing love that they may not feel.

    Conversely, when one does something of which another disapproves, that disapproval is only rarely expressed directly.  More commonly, disapproval is expressed with sarcasm, ostracism, or other indirect means, depending on the judgment of the observer, the relative perceived status and power of observer and object, the seriousness or severity of the offense, and other, more idiosyncratic factors -- anything, basically, except a flat statement of disapproval.

    There are pitfalls in these tactics, for everyone involved.   A false statement might be believed and acted upon as if it were true, leading to, at best, eventual disillusionment.  Help asked and given is a waste of time and other resources, for all involved, and can cause all sorts of odd or uncomfortable repercussions, if help wasn't really wanted or needed. 

    Love that is kept in, felt but not expressed, serves no one.  However, for cultural reasons, this is a thorny and complex issue.  Some kinds of "love" are forbidden between some individuals.  Also, the "love" felt by person A might not be the type of feeling that person B calls, "love."  That injunction, "If you love someone, tell him so,"  requires, for effective and non-destructive observance, a measure of discretion and... detail, translation, explanation.  A bald statement, "I love you," can mean anything from "thank you" to "I want to jump your bones."  Be specific, and say what you really mean.  Saying, "I love you," without using that troublesome word, "love," can be an enjoyable and rewarding challenge.

    In keeping with my enjoinder to fit one's action to its intent, let me expand on what I was observing and thinking when I began to hatch this essay.  I had been noticing people engaged in online interactions, dropping love bombs  on people with whom they wanted to gain points, or for the purpose of building up others they thought needed a boost, and using sarcasm to put down some they apparently thought needed to be cut down.  While there are some who do a lot of one and little or none of the other, many people use both tactics in nearly equal measure, picking up or picking on those they approve or disapprove, respectively.

    All of these tactics are counterproductive.  Covert (or even blatant, overt) manipulation of others is a dysfunctional style of relating.  Relationships built on such foundations are dysfunctional relationships.  Frequent or consistent manipulation is a red flag for personality disorders.  It is a symptom of psychopathology, and it is a contagious form of craziness.  In the interests of a healthier society and a saner world, if you love someone, tell her so.

December 16, 2010

  • Xmas through War and Something Else

    I think these 3 Xmas card images are something else:
     
     


    In The Great War to End All Wars (that we all came to call World War I), the writer H.H. Munro, AKA "Saki" penned this:

     Carol

    While shepherds watched their flocks by night
    All seated on the ground,
    A high explosive shell came down
    And mutton rained around.

    He died in that war.

    (find more Saki HERE)


    The next World War came along and:

    During the war years, the Culture Department of the Reichspropagandaleitung of the Nazi Party, its central propaganda office, produced a book of material each Christmas for those both at home and at the front. It appeared in large editions from 1941-1944. This (1944) edition has 200 pages of stories, letters, songs, and illustrations. There is no hint whatsoever of the Christian nature of the holiday, made somewhat easier by the German word for Christmas: Weihnacht. The material presents a picture of German soldiers standing bravely at the front, while their confident wives and children rest secure at home, ready to make any sacrifice for final victory.
    source:  A Nazi Christmas

    Here are two images from the 1944 Weihnacht book:


    This one translates as:
    All nature is a gigantic struggle between strength and weakness, an eternal victory of the strong over the weak.
     —Adolf Hitler


    The poem with this one says,

    Lonely watch
    Ice-cold night!
    The frost creaks
    The storm rages
    The peace I extol
     I see in them.
     The bright flame blazes!
    Murder, hatred, death
     They fill the earth
    With grim threatenings.
    Never will there be peace, they say,
    Swearing an oath with bloody hands.
    What care I about cold and pain!
    In me burns an oath
    Blazing as a flame
    With sword and heart and hand.
    Come what may
    Germany, I am ready!

    More HERE
    and also
    A Nazi Advent

    UPDATE:
    A year after I originally posted this entry, on 11/13/09, Spiegel Online, the electronic version of Der Spiegel, published an article:  Swastikas and Tinsel, How the Nazis Stole Christmas.  More in-depth than my article here, and including a photo gallery, it concludes:

    Keeping Quiet

    One of the most surprising aspects of the Nazi hijacking of Christmas is the lack of reaction from the German churches at the time. "You would have expected them to protest loudly and insist that it was a Christian festival," says Breuer. "But instead they largely kept quiet, out of fear."


    ...and something else yet again:

     

    This is an edited repost from Thursday, December 18, 2008.

December 15, 2010

  • Mistletoe, Holly, Ivy, Poinsettias and Yule Logs


    MISTLETOE

    The origin of the word, "mistletoe" is just as complex and obscure as the botany and folklore surrounding the mistletoe plants. The word originated from the perception in pre-scientific Europe that mistletoe plants sprang spontaneously from the excrement of the "mistel" (or "missel") thrush.  People noticed that mistletoe plants would often appear on a twig where these birds had left their excrement.

    The "-toe" suffix was originally "tan" and meant "twig". Mistle-toe, then, is literally the "twig of the mistel thrush." Some scholars extend the etymological dissection further, pointing out that the name of the mistel thrush appears to derive from an Indo-European root for excrement; thus they argue that mistletoe is literally the "dung twig." Not exactly a word origin in keeping with the romantic reputation of mistletoe!

    We now know that the seeds of European mistletoe plants germinate only after being digested and passed through the guts of birds.  Observation has confirmed that the berry of mistletoe plants is a favorite treat of the mistel thrush. So while their reasoning was somewhat askew, the ancients were justified in naming mistletoe plants after the bird most responsible for its dissemination.

    Mistletoe has also found fame in literature. Two of the better-known books of the Western tradition feature a particular mistletoe shrub -- a mistletoe shrub given the name of "golden bough."

    In Virgil's "Aeneid," the Roman hero, Aeneas, makes use of this "golden bough" at a critical juncture of the book. The "golden bough" was to be found on a special tree in the grove sacred to Diana, at Nemi; a tree containing a mistletoe plant. The prophetess Sibyl instructed Aeneas to pluck this magic bough before attempting his descent into the underworld. Sibyl knew that, with the aid of such magic, Aeneas would be able to undertake the perilous venture with confidence. Two doves guide Aeneas to the grove and alight upon the tree, "from which shone a flickering gleam of gold. As in the woods in the cold winter the mistletoe -- which puts out seed foreign to its tree -- stays green with fresh leaves and twines its yellow fruit about the boles; so the leafy gold seemed upon the shady oak, so this gold rustled in the gentle breeze." ("Aeneid" VI, 204-209).

    The title of Sir James G. Frazer's anthropological classic, "The Golden Bough" (1922), derives from that scene in Virgil's Aeneid. But how, you might ask, can something green like mistletoe become associated with the color gold? According to Frazer, mistletoe could become a "golden bough" because when the plants die and wither they acquire a golden hue.  The perception of gold in the dried leaves of mistletoe plants was probably influenced by folklore in which it was said that mistletoe is brought to earth when lightning strikes a tree in a blaze of gold

    Source info: The History Channel

    The Danes who visited Cornwall in the 7th century brought with them their version of the winter solstice tale:

    The god of light, joy, purity, beauty, innocence, and reconciliation. Son of Odin and Frigg, he was loved by both gods and men and was considered to be the best of the gods. He had a good character, was friendly, wise and eloquent, although he had little power. His wife was Nanna daughter of Nep, and their son was Forseti, the god of justice. Balder's hall was Breidablik ("broad splendor").

    Most of the stories about Balder concern his death. He had been dreaming about his death, so Frigg extracted an oath from every creature, object and force in nature (snakes, metals, diseases, poisons, fire, etc.) that they would never harm Balder. All agreed that none of their kind would ever hurt or assist in hurting Balder. Thinking him invincible, the gods enjoyed themselves thereafter by using Balder as a target for knife-throwing and archery.

    The malicious trickster, Loki, was jealous of Balder. He changed his appearance and asked Frigg if there was absolutely nothing that could harm the god of light. Frigg, suspecting nothing, answered that there was just one thing: a small tree in the west that was called mistletoe. She had thought it was too small to ask for an oath. Loki immediately left for the west and returned with the mistletoe. He tricked Balder's blind twin brother Hod into throwing a mistletoe fig (dart) at Balder. Not knowing what he did, Hod threw the fig, guided by Loki's aim. Pierced through the heart, Balder fell dead.

    While the gods were lamenting Balder's death, Odin sent his other son Hermod to Hel, the goddess of death, to plead for Balder's return. Hel agreed to send Balder back to the land of the living on one condition: everything in the world, dead or alive, must weep for him. And everything wept, except for Loki, who had disguised himself as the witch Thokk. And so Balder had to remain in the underworld.

    The others took the dead god, dressed him in crimson cloth, and placed him on a funeral pyre aboard his ship Ringhorn, which passed for the largest in the world. Beside him they lay the body of his wife Nanna, who had died of a broken heart. Balder's horse and his treasures were also placed on the ship. The pyre was set on fire and the ship was sent to sea by the giantess Hyrrokin.

    Loki did not escape punishment for his crime and Hod was put to death by Vali, son of Odin and Rind. Vali had been born for just that purpose. After the final conflict (Ragnarok), when a new world arises from its ashes, both Balder and Hod will be reborn.

    Mistletoe became an early version of the peace pipe: When enemies meet under mistletoe in the forest, they have to lay down their arms and observe a truce until the next day.

    The demise of Baldur, a vegetation deity in the Norse myths, brought winter into the world, although the gods did eventually restore Baldur to life.  After the gods restored Balder to life, Frigga pronounced the mistletoe sacred, ordering that from now on it should bring love rather than death into the world. Happily complying with Frigga's wishes, any two people passing under the plant from now on would celebrate Baldur's resurrection by kissing under the mistletoe.

    The Christmas custom of kissing underneath a branch of mistletoe goes back at least hundreds of years, certainly to before the 17th century.  Strictly speaking, kissing under the mistletoe was never to get out of hand, and often nearly did.  To prevent abuses, the custom was defined as a man might steal a kiss under the hanging branch, but when he did, one berry was to be plucked from the plant and discarded.  Once the berries were gone, the kissing charm of the mistletoe branch was spent, although that aspect of the custom is rarely recalled in these days.  During the 19th century abuses of the kissing custom were prevalent, according to a verse called “The Mistletoe Bough.”

    The Mistletoe Bough
    by Thomas Haynes Bayley

    The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
    The holly branch shone on the old oak wall;
    And the baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
    And keeping their Christmas holiday.
    The baron beheld with a father's pride
    His beautiful child, young Lovell's bride;
    While she with her bright eyes seemed to be
    The star of the goodly company.

    'I'm weary of dancing now," she cried;
    "Here, tarry a moment-I'll hide, I'll hide!
    And, Lovell, be sure thou'rt first to trace
    The clew to my secret lurking place."
    Away she ran-and her friends began
    Each tower to search, and each nook to scan;
    And young Lovell cried, "O, where dost thou hide?
    I'm lonesome without thee, my own dear bride."

    They sought her that night, and they sought her next day,
    And they sought her in vain while a week passed away;
    In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,
    Young Lovell sought wildly-but found her not.
    And years flew by, and their grief at last
    Was told as a sorrowful tale long past;
    And when Lovell appeared the children cried,
    "See! the old man weeps for his fairy bride."

    At length an oak chest, that had long lain hid,
    Was found in the castle-they raised the lid,
    And a skeleton form lay moldering there
    In the bridal wreath of that lady fair!
    0, sad was her fate!-in sportive jest
    She hid from her lord in the old oak chest.
    It closed with a spring!-and, dreadful doom,
    The bride lay clasped in her living tomb!

     

    Tinne (CHIN-yuh), holly - The holly (Ilex aquifolium L.) is a shrub growing to 35 feet in open woodlands and along clearings in forests. Hollies are evergreen, and stand out in winter among the bare branches of the deciduous forest trees that surround them. Hollies form red berries before Samhain which last until the birds finish eating them, often after Imbolc. The typical "holly leaf" is found on smaller plants, but toward the tops of taller plants the leaves have fewer spiny teeth. Hollies are members of the Holly family (Aquifoliaceae). The common holly is often cultivated in North America, as are hybrids between it and Asiatic holly species.
    Graves (1966) and others are of the opinion that the original tinne was not the holly, but rather the holm oak, or holly oak (Quercus ilex L.). This is an evergreen oak of southern Europe that grows as a shrub, or as a tree to 80 feet. Like the holly, the holm oak has spiny-edged leaves on young growth. It does not have red berries, but it does have red leaf "galls" caused by the kermes scale insect; these are the source of natural scarlet dye.

    Gort (GORT), ivy - Ivy (Hedera helix L.) is also a vine, growing to 100 feet long in beech woods and around human habitations, where it is widely planted as a ground cover. Ivy produces greenish flowers before Samhain on short, vertical shrubby branches. The leaves of these flowering branches lack the characteristic lobes of the leaves of the rest of the plant. Like holly, ivy is evergreen, its dark green leaves striking in the bare forests of midwinter. Ivy is widely cultivated and is a member of the Ginseng family (Araliaceae).

    The info above on mistletoe, holly, and ivy are from A Cornish Christmas.

    In 1828, the American minister to Mexico, Joel R. Poinsett, brought a red-and-green plant from Mexico to America. As its coloring seemed perfect for the new holiday, the plants, which were called poinsettias after Poinsett, began appearing in greenhouses as early as 1830. In 1870, New York stores began to sell them at Christmas. By 1900, they were a universal symbol of the holiday.

    The History Channel

    The ancient festival of Yule celebrated the winter solstice. This is the time when the days are shortest and the nights longest and so it is not surprising that fire and light defeating darkness play an important part of our yule celebrations. One old custom is that of the yule log which had to be found, not cut from the tree. The householders brought the log indoors on Christmas Eve. They set it in the fireplace, where it burned throughout the Christmas celebrations. In large houses they sometimes used a whole tree, with one end in the fireplace and the rest sticking out into the room. As the twelve days of Christmas passed the log was slowly fed into the fire.

    This pre-Christian custom has now almost died out, but we still use candles in decoration.

    (quoted from KIDS ARK)

     
    Norway is the birthplace of the Yule log. The ancient Norse used the Yule log in their celebration of the return of the sun at winter solstice. "Yule" came from the Norse word hweol, meaning wheel. The Norse believed that the sun was a great wheel of fire that rolled towards and then away from the earth. Ever wonder why the family fireplace is such a central part of the typical Christmas scene? This tradition dates back to the Norse Yule log. It is probably also responsible for the popularity of log-shaped cheese, cakes, and desserts during the holidays.

    Revised and reposted several times as part of my Saturnalia - Winter Solstice - Yule - Christmas series, this remains one of my favorites.

  • Holiday Pie

    I spent a few minutes in the experimental kitchen last night, just long enough to run some apples through the food processor, throw a few ingredients together, and slide the pan above into the oven.  I didn't take notes at the time, but exact measures aren't important anyway.  I know I can adequately reconstruct the recipe or a reasonable facsimile.

    You could use an ordinary pie shell, either from scratch, mix, or frozen.  Do they still sell those nifty pie crust sticks my mother used to use, and I used to eat raw, right out of the wrapper?  I wouldn't know, because I cruise right past that part of the supermarket since I've been on the gluten-free diet.  Here's what I use:

    Quick and Easy Gluten-Free Pie Crust

    Into an 8- or 9-inch metal or glass pie pan, measure:

    1/2 cup sorghum flour
    1/2 cup garbanzo fava flour
    1/4 tsp. salt

    Whisk together in a cup or small bowl, with a fork or tiny wire whisk: (around here, forks are usually easier to find, and anywhere, anytime, a fork is easier to wash):

    1/3 cup vegetable oil (my preference is grapeseed oil)
    1 1/2 Tbsp (4 1/2 tsp.) cold milk

    Pour milk/oil emulsion over the flour mixture in the pan, and mix thoroughly with a fork. 

    It should come out moist and crumbly.  Under pressure, it should stick together and adhere to the sides of the pan.  Press the mixture evenly into the pan on sides and bottom.  I start that process with the fork to distribute and firm the mixture, and finish with the back of a spoon to smooth and compress it.

    This quick and easy pie crust recipe works equally well substituting 1 cup ordinary wheat flour for the sorghum and bean flours, but then it's not gluten-free, of course.


    Apple Raisin Custard Filling

    Preheat oven to 325°F (160°C).

    Quarter, core and slice thinly:

    2-3 apples (Any variety will do.  What I had was Delicious.  I would have preferred McIntosh, Fuji, Cameo, or something suitably flavorful, but I used what I had on hand.)

    Stir together with

    1/2 cup (more or less) raisins
    cinnamon to taste
    1 Tbsp. (more or less) molasses
    other optional spices:  ginger, cloves, allspice, to taste
    2-3 Tbsp honey (Unless you really want to lick honey off a spoon, don't bother measuring, just drizzle some honey in, to taste.)

    Set aside fruit/spice/honey/molasses mixture to marinate and blend flavors while you prepare custard:

    In a separate mixing bowl, slightly beat

    3-5 eggs

    Add and combine:

    2-3 cups milk (I used reconstituted instant non-fat, but you can use full-strength or diluted canned condensed milk, or fresh full-fat or skim milk from cows, goats, sheep, mares, pigs, cats: any mammal should do.  I suppose that soy or oat milk would work, but I haven't tried making custard with them.  Anyone out there have experience with that?   *I wonder:  does anyone milk pigs?  Would anyone want to?  Likewise, cats?  Hmmmm.*
    1/4 tsp. salt
    honey, from about 1 Tbsp., up to 1/4 cup, to taste (and glucose tolerance), or other sweetener

    (Note:  variable measures of custard ingredients are intended to accommodate a larger or smaller pie pan.  I used the lesser amount and ended up wishing I'd used the larger because my pan could have held much more filling.  If you're using 2 cups milk, then 3 large or 4 medium eggs are appropriate.)

    Spread fruit mixture in pie shell, then pour custard gently over it.  Bake at 325°F (160°C), about 35-45 minutes, until custard is firm in center ("firm" means no longer liquid).  Cool before cutting.

    If using a standard wheat-based pastry crust, baking procedure and time are different.  Start in a preheated 450°F (230°C) oven, reduce heat to 325°F (160°C) immediately when you put the pie in the oven, and bake about half an hour, or a bit more, until done.

December 14, 2010

  • Christmas Trees

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    Trees and their boughs and branches, especially evergreens, have had symbolic significance for people since prehistory.

    Ancient Egyptians celebrating the winter solstice, the shortest, darkest day of the year, when the sun begins its annual return, brought green date palms into their homes as a symbol of life triumphant over death.

    Celtic Druids revered evergreens as manifestations of deity because they did not "die" from year to year but stayed green and alive when other plants appeared dead and bare. Conifers and sprigs of evergreen holly in the house represented everlasting life and hope for the return of spring. 

    Ancient Romans decorated their homes with greens at the Festival of Saturnalia, their New Year, and exchanged evergreen branches with friends as a sign of good luck.  Part of the ceremony in the Temple of Saturn was the raising of an evergreen bough.

    first_snow.jpgNorse pagans attached significance to plants that remained green under winter snows.  To the Norsemen, they symbolized the annual revival of the sun god Baldur.  Branches of evergreens placed over the door kept out witches, ghosts, evil spirits and the like.

    The fir tree has a long association with Christianity, starting in Germany ca.675–754 C.E.  St. Boniface, an English missionary monk who converted the German people to Christianity, was said to have come across a group of pagans worshiping an oak tree. He is said to have cut down the oak tree in righteous rage.  To his amazement a young fir tree sprang up from the roots of the sacred oak. Boniface took this as a sign of the Christian faith supplanting older pagan beliefs.

    Father_ChristmasDuring Advent in the eleventh century, scenes called mysteries, including one about Paradise, were very popular. A tree decorated with red apples symbolized the tree of Paradise.  The Dark Ages, Middle Ages and Renaissance across Northern Europe saw the evolution of elves and pagan gods into the Father Christmas/Santa Claus figure, and he was always associated with evergreens.   During the fifteenth century, the faithful began to put up trees in their own houses on December 24, the feast day of Adam and Eve.

    Many sources agree that the earliest historically documented Christmas or New Years tree was in Riga, Latvia in 1510.  Little is known about the original Riga tree other than that it was decorated with paper flowers, attended by men wearing black hats, and after a ceremony in the Town Hall Square, they burnt the tree on a bonfire. This was a mixture of pagan and Christian custom, as were very many of the customs in Central/Northern Europe at that time.  Later in the 16th century, fir trees were brought indoors at Christmas time.  As one story goes, Martin Luther, on a solitary walk in the woods, was struck by the beauty of snow-laden firs in the moonlight.  Back at home, he took in a small tree and lit it with candles for the benefit of his children.

    The first Christmas tree as we know it, but without lights still, appeared in Alsace, in the city of Selestat, in 1521.  Decorated trees were introduced in France by the Princess Hélène de Mecklembourg who brought one to Paris after her marriage to the Duke of Orleans.  In the eighteenth century, the custom of decorating a Christmas tree was well established in Germany, France and Austria.

    Using small candles to light up the Christmas tree dates back to the middle of the seventeenth century.  Until about 1700, the use of Christmas trees appears to have been confined to the Rhine River District.  From 1700 on, when candles were accepted as part of the decorations, the Christmas tree was well on its way to becoming a tradition in Germany.  The first candles were glued with wax or pinned to the end of the tree branches.  Little lanterns and small candleholders (some with counterweights like the one pictured here) then appeared to make putting up the tapers easier.

    The custom was only really firmly established, however, at the beginning of the nineteenth century in Germany and soon after in the Slavic countries of Eastern Europe.  Candle holders with clips appeared around 1890.  Glass balls and lanterns were created between 1902 and 1914.

    The Christmas tree tradition most likely came to the United States with Hessian troops during the American Revolution, or with early German immigrants to Pennsylvania and Ohio.  A celebration around a Christmas tree on a bitter cold Christmas Eve at Trenton, New Jersey, might have turned the tide for Colonial forces in 1776.  According to legend, Hessian mercenaries were so reminded of home by a candlelit evergreen tree that they abandoned their posts to eat, drink and be merry. Washington attacked that night and defeated them.

    Christmas trees were popularized in England and Western Europe after 1846 when Victoria and Albert were pictured in the Illustrated London News with their children, standing around a Christmas tree.  The Victorian fashion caught on gradually in the U.S., but not without some impediments.  The Puritans had totally banned Christmas in New England.  Even as late as 1851, a minister in Cleveland, Ohio nearly lost his job because he allowed a tree in his church.  Schools in Boston stayed open on Christmas Day through 1870, and sometimes expelled students who stayed home.

    In 1851, Catskill farmer Mark Carr hauled two ox sleds of evergreens into New York City and sold them all, originating the commercial Christmas tree market in this country.  By 1900, one in five American families had a Christmas tree, and 20 years later, the custom was nearly universal.

    The first time a Christmas tree was lit by electricity was in 1882 in New York. Edward Johnson, who did various work for Thomas Edison, lit a Christmas tree with a string of 80 small electric light bulbs which he had made himself. These strings of lights began to be produced commercially around 1890. One of the first electrically lit Christmas trees was erected in Westmount, Quebec in 1896. In 1900, some large stores put up large illuminated trees to attract customers.

    Once begun, the custom spread in Canada wherever electricity came to towns and the countryside. Because of the risk of fire, trees lit with candles had not usually been put up until December 24. This technical innovation altered the custom since it was then possible to put the tree up earlier and leave it up longer.  Early electric tree decorations were not limited to lights.  Intermittent electromagnetic fields powered moving toys and ringing bells.  Now, the move is away from anything that produces electromagnetic fields or static electricity that interfere with electronic comunications.  [Do click the shot at right above to get a look at the happy faces on those kids.]

    With 3,000 Christmas lights, a towering Eucalyptus regnans, 80 meters (262 ft) tall, became the tallest-ever Christmas tree in the world. This record was set in Tasmania in 1999.

    Contrasting fads and fashions in tree decorations are reflected in these two shots.  The children at right above are posed by an early twentieth century tree loaded down with a more or less regular and symmetrical arrangement of glass balls.  The woman at left is posing before a spare and randomly trimmed post-depression tree of the 1930s or '40s.

    Christmas tree farms were an offshoot of the Great Depression. Nurserymen couldn't sell their evergreens for landscaping, so they cut them for Christmas trees. Cultivated trees were preferred because they have a more symmetrical shape than wild ones.  That preference held until the 1950s when, in the era of aluminum and plastic, artificial trees gained popularity.

    Some manufacturers of artificial trees tried to make them as close in appearance to real trees as possible.  Their advertisements stressed the economy of a permanent tree that could be stored away with the decorations from one year to the next.  They also made reference to the safety and convenience of a reusable tree that would not catch fire or drop needles on the carpet.

    Designers of artificial trees in the twenty-first century are appealing to customers' sense of style and ecological consciousness.  The plywood trees designed by Buro North of Australia are purportedly 80% more Earth-friendly than a traditional tree.  To me, these trees look like they might find many approving customers in New York or Hollywood, but they are not quite traditional enough for the official holiday decor in Washington, DC.

    Eighty-seven years ago, President Calvin Coolidge lit the first national Christmas tree.  Thirty-two years ago, the National Park Service searched out a healthy Colorado blue spruce and transplanted it from York, Pennsylvania to the Ellipse by the White House.   For 2008, General Electric donated new LED Christmas lights to all fifty states and the National Park Service.  The lighting on the National Christmas Tree (right, above) for 2008, was the most energy-efficient and Earth-friendly one ever.   On the tree's website, you can decorate your own virtual tree.

    Each year, competition among members of the National Christmas Tree Association determines who will have the privilege of donating a tree for the Blue Room of the White House.  The 2008 Blue Room tree shown at left was a Fraser fir from Creston, NC.  For 2010, the Blue Room tree is a Douglas fir from Lehighton, PA.  The resource expenditure, hoopla, and publicity surrounding the National Christmas Trees are seen by some non-Christians as a clear violation of the principle of separation of church and state, and the observance is viewed by some fundamentalist Christians as a pagan travesty.

    Nevertheless, the tradition continues.  Each year's White House decorations follow a theme.  The theme for 2010 is, "Simple Gifts."  Ornaments on a theme of "Red, White and Blue Christmas," for the Blue Room tree of 2008, were created by artists chosen for the honor by various members of Congress.  There are two ornaments from Alaska (one of which appears below), and a dozen or so from California.

    Many of the artists departed markedly from the colors of the theme.  One of Hawaii's contributions was covered with orange feathers, and one from California was metallic gold.  I didn't take the time to examine all of them, but you may if you like.  Personally, I think there might be more practical uses for all the time and resources spent on this glitz and glitter, but in theory, what with my being an American citizen, these are my Christmas trees and I intend to enjoy them.  I truly did, in a simple-minded way, enjoy the interactive virtual tree trimming.

    vintage-tree-kidsAs far back as I can remember, I enjoyed trimming the tree.  My parents allowed me to hang ornaments and drape tinsel on the lower branches within my reach.  Some years during my youth and young adulthood, for various reasons, there was no tree.  I had re-established the practice after I moved to Alaska, and interrupted it when the house became the territory of a wild animal:  my son, Doug, with ADHD.  After he got old enough not to be dangerous around a tree, we would cut one and decorate it each year, but that was while we lived off the grid, and he had never had a lighted tree before we moved in here, and no tree at all our first few years in this house.

    Doug and I made plans to have a tree in 2004.  It was to have been our first Christmas tree since Greyfox moved up here in 1991.  The Old Fart had always discouraged Christmas decorations, and we never fought it.  After old Scrooge McGreyfox moved out, being on the power grid at last, we were going to decorate.  In the summer of 2004, the vandals at Elvenhurst, our old home across the highway, dragged out and scattered some of our Christmas decorations, and I picked them up and brought them over here.   Before snow fell, Doug scouted out some nice young spruce trees and made note of their locations so he could go back and cut one later.

    As the time for cutting the tree grew nearer, the snow grew deeper in the cul de sac where the best of the trees are located.  When Greyfox asked us to bring in our only string of white lights for him to decorate his porch, that threw a small kink in the plan.  When I realized that we didn't have a stand for the tree, and that we'd had no experience of how these cats might interact with one, and that Koji has never been around an indoor tree....  Well, Doug and I talked it over and decided the tree would be risky and more trouble than it's worth.

    In 2005, our Christmas tree discussion was brief and conclusive.  There were eight cats in the house, half of them uninhibited kittens.  I contented myself with photos like the close-up above right and the shot above left, of my tree and ornament collection, taken in 1979, before Doug was born and before his father Charley and I moved off the power grid.  In 2006, I decided that a tree would have been more absurd than in '04 and '05.  The cat population was up around a dozen by then, and three of them were high-climbing rambunctious kittens.  In '07, I was fresh out of the hospital at Christmas and no tree was even discussed.

    In 2008, it looked sorta like we had a tree, but it was really just a hanging ivy plant wound 'round with a string of white lights.  It remained decorated through Christmas of 2009, hung with a choice selection from my vast collection of antique glass ornaments, corn shuck dolls and toy forms, spiced up with some geekish high-tech new things, and lighted by tiny white mini-lights.  If I'd had my druthers, I'd have had some of the old-style "bubble candle" lights that have come back onto the market recently.  They are part of the fond childhood memories for both Greyfox and me.

    When I finally got around to removing the decorations last spring, my ivy plant was much diminished.   If I decorate this year, I'll probably just string lights around a macrame hanger, with a wide round basket in the bottom to give it the conical shape.  I really don't have space for it in the window, however, because my philodendron has grown like the Monstera deliciosa it is, and takes up three times as much space in the front window as it did two years ago.  I'll probably just hang a wreath on the cabin door and let it go at that.

    Stealing from one source is plagiarism; from many sources, it is research.  I researched far and wide over a period of several years for this material, and my countdown to Christmas is just getting started.

December 13, 2010

  • svwX

    Turning svwX
    upside-down
    and backwards

    My plan is to turn Santa up and see what will shake out of the jolly old elf's capacious pockets.  With tongue lodged firmly in cheek, but in all seriousness nonetheless, here goes:

    When I started this thing in 2004, I reversed the twelve days of Christmas.  Traditionally, they start at the Mass of Christ (December 25) and last until Epiphany (January 6).  Since childhood when, like most American children, I was taught that Christmas is all about Santa, elves, reindeer, conifers hung with sparkly things, White Christmas and Jingle Bells, I had been irritated by the anti-climactic quality of leaving up the decorations and playing Xmas music on the radio after Santa Claus had already been and gone.  It was absurd then, and it gets more ridiculous with the passage of time and the development of an ever more secularly commercial xmas.

    Christmas, hereinafter occasionally abbreviated as xmas, was never truly 100% Christian, and has currently largely outgrown Christianity.  Its worldwide celebration at this time of year has had some odd side-effects.  A relatively minor Jewish holiday, Hanukkah, has gained unexpected significance in the eyes of goyim through some sort of "equal rights" or "equal time" phenomenon.  It is hardly coincidental that when Maulana Karenga created Kwanzaa during the Black Power days in 1966, he had it begin on the day after xmas.  Just as there are xians who observe xmas but never go to church, there are some neo-pagans whose only annual observances are at Yuletide, and are rather transparently set up as an anti-xmas.

    Several years ago, when I was more easily offended than I am now, I was appalled at seeing somebody refer to Christmas as, "Baby Jesus's Birthday."  I wanted to set the record straight, having learned from history that it was in the summer of  7 or 8 BC that the Roman census occurred that, according to legend, compelled a pregnant woman named Miriam and her husband to travel to the hometown of his adopted family (that "adopted" bit comes not from conventional history, but I accept it nonetheless, because it makes sense in context and has the ring of truth).

    Half a century ago, people generally waited until after Thanksgiving to put Christmas merchandise out in stores and string up holiday lights.  Now, they barely wait until after Halloween.  Out go the pumpkins and witches, in come the holly and mistletoe.  It's carrying this Saturnalian bullshit too far in the interest of sales and profits, I say.  On my first day of Christmas six years ago (timed to get all twelve of them out of the way by Christmas Day--including the big day itself, of course), I started with that popular old memory-and-forfeit game in song:

    The Twelve Days of Christmas

    On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
    Two turtle doves
    and a partridge in a pear tree.

    On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
    Three French hens, two turtle doves
    And a partridge in a pear tree.

    On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
    Four colly birds, three French hens, two turtle doves
    And a partridge in a pear tree.

    On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
    Five golden rings.
    Four colly birds, three French hens, two turtle doves
    And a partridge in a pear tree.

    On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
    Six geese a-laying,
    Five golden rings.
    Four colly birds, three French hens, two turtle doves
    And a partridge in a pear tree.

    On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
    Seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying,
    Five golden rings.
    Four colly birds, three French hens, two turtle doves
    And a partridge in a pear tree.

    On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
    Eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying,
    Five golden rings.
    Four colly birds, three French hens, two turtle doves
    And a partridge in a pear tree.

    On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
    Nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six
    geese a-laying,
    Five golden rings.
    Four colly birds, three French hens, two turtle doves
    And a partridge in a pear tree.

    On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
    Ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans
    a-swimming, six geese a-laying,
    Five golden rings.
    Four colly birds, three French hens, two turtle doves
    And a partridge in a pear tree.

    On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
    Eleven pipers piping, ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids
    a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying,
    Five golden rings.
    Four colly birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree.

    On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
    Twelve drummers drumming,
    eleven pipers piping, ten lords a-leaping,
    nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking,
    seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying,
    Five golden rings.
    Four colly birds,
    three French hens,
    two turtle doves
    And a partridge in a pear tree.

    With a lot of practice, and with one's wits about one, it's not too hard to remember the gifts and the proper ordering of them, so there's not much challenge to the game.  That's where the "forfeit" part comes in.  If perchance one does flub a line, then traditionally one must take a drink, or give a kiss, or remove an article of clothing, etc. -- a forfeit.  That tends to get one flustered or schnockered, and then the flubs just snowball.  It's a fun game, played under certain circumstances, with special people.

    There is an urban legend and internet hoax circulating about the song and game, which says the song was a way for Christians or Catholics (depending upon which version of the legend one hears) to secretly pass along their teachings in times and places where their religion was prohibited.  That myth is thoroughly and exhaustively exploded at snopes.com.

    Did you notice that my version of the song above does not say, "four calling birds?"  I reverted to the original wording here.  "Colly" means "black as coal," and refers to blackbirds.

    If the "five golden rings" in the song conjure in your mind an image similar to the one above, think again.  The first seven "gifts" are birds, and the last five are people engaged in various activities.  None of them is jewelry.  The "golden rings" in the song are golden ring-necked pheasants.

    My posting the old memory-and-forfeits song "inspired" my husband, soulmate and unindicted co-conspirator, Greyfox, to create the following:

    The Twelve Days of Christmas, redux
    (reductio ad absurdum, actually)

    I will spare you all twelve verses-
    -the last one goes as follows:

    On the last day of Christmas,
    my true love gave to me,
    Twelve Hummers rumbling,
    Eleven snipers sniping,
    Ten voyeurs peeping,
    Nine faggots prancing,
    Eight 'tards a'drooling,
    Seven snowmen melting,
    Six crips a'gimping,
    Five yoyo strings!
    Four stinky turds,
    Three French whores,
    Two sur-GI-cal gloves,
    and The latest Partridge Family CD!

    [Greyfox (AKA ArmsMerchant) takes full credit, responsibility, and blame for this composition, in case there is any doubt or confusion.]



    A critic, for reasons at which I can only guess, left this comment in 2004: "'and save us all from Satan's power' - Good King Wenceslas," to which I felt it only fitting to reply in the following way, since the whole purpose of this series of entries has been to set the record straight:

    two song lyrics for you:

    Good King Wenceslaus

    Good King Wenceslaus looked out on the feast of Stephen.
    When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.

    Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
    When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.

    Hither page and stand by me if thou knowst it telling
    Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?

    Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
    Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.

    Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither
    Thou and I will see him dine when we bear them thither

    Page and monarch forth they went, forth they went together
    Through the rude winds wild lament, and the bitter weather.

    Sire the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger
    Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.

    Mark my footsteps my good page, tread thou in them boldly
    Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly.

    In his master's steps he trod where the snow lay dinted
    Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed

    Therefore Christian men be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
    Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.

    God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen

    God rest ye merry, gentlemen,
    Let nothing you dismay,
    Remember Christ our Saviour
    Was born on Christmas Day;
    To save us all from Satan's power
    When we were gone astray.

    O tidings of comfort and joy,
    Comfort and joy,
    O tidings of comfort and joy.

    In Bethlehem, in Jewry,
    This blessed Babe was born,
    And laid within a manger,
    Upon this blessed morn;
    To which His mother Mary
    Did nothing take in scorn.

    O tidings of comfort and joy,
    Comfort and joy,
    O tidings of comfort and joy.

    From God our Heavenly Father,
    A blessed angel came;
    And unto certain Shepherds
    Brought tidings of the same:
    How that in Bethlehem was born
    The Son of God by Name.

    O tidings of comfort and joy,
    Comfort and joy,
    O tidings of comfort and joy.

    "Fear not," then said the angel,
    "Let nothing you afright,
    This day is born a Saviour
    Of a pure Virgin bright,
    To free all those who trust in him
    From Satan's power and might."

    O tidings of comfort and joy,
    Comfort and joy,
    O tidings of comfort and joy.

    The shepherds at those tidings
    Rejoiced much in mind,
    And left their flocks a-feeding,
    In tempest, storm and wind:
    And went to Bethlehem straightway
    The Son of God to find.

    O tidings of comfort and joy,
    Comfort and joy,
    O tidings of comfort and joy.

    And when they came to Bethlehem
    Where our dear Saviour lay,
    They found him in a manger,
    Where oxen feed on hay;
    His mother Mary kneeling down,
    Unto the Lord did pray:

    O tidings of comfort and joy,
    Comfort and joy,
    O tidings of comfort and joy.

    Now to the Lord sing praises,
    All you within this place,
    And with true love and brotherhood
    Each other now embrace;
    This holy tide of Christmas
    All other doth deface:

    O tidings of comfort and joy,
    Comfort and joy,
    O tidings of comfort and joy.




    And if you like the Christmas memory game, here's one that's even more challenging.
    Save it for the New Year's Eve party.

    One hen.
    One hen, two ducks.
    One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese.
    One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese, four Limerick oysters.
    One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese, four Limerick oysters, five corpulent porpoises.
    One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese, four Limerick oysters, five corpulent porpoises, six pairs of Don Alfonso’s tweezers.

    One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese, four Limerick oysters, five corpulent porpoises, six pairs of Don Alfonso’s tweezers, seven thousand Macedonian warriors in full battle array.

    One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese, four Limerick oysters, five corpulent porpoises, six pairs of Don Alfonso’s tweezers, seven thousand Macedonian warriors in full battle array, eight brass monkeys from the ancient, sacred crypts of Egypt.

    One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese, four Limerick oysters, five corpulent porpoises, six pairs of Don Alfonso’s tweezers, seven thousand Macedonian warriors in full battle array, eight brass monkeys from the ancient, sacred crypts of Egypt, nine sympathetic, apathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates with a profound propensity toward procrastination and sloth.

    One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese, four Limerick oysters, five corpulent porpoises, six pairs of Don Alfonso’s tweezers, seven thousand Macedonian warriors in full battle array, eight brass monkeys from the ancient, sacred crypts of Egypt, nine sympathetic, apathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates with a profound propensity toward procrastination and sloth, ten lyrical, spherical, diabolical denizens of the deep, who haul stones in and around the quarries of the Queasy of Key, all at the very same time.

    One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese, four Limerick oysters, five corpulent porpoises, six pairs of Don Alfonso’s tweezers, seven thousand Macedonian warriors in full battle array, eight brass monkeys from the ancient, sacred crypts of Egypt, nine sympathetic, apathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates with a profound propensity toward procrastination and sloth, ten lyrical, spherical, diabolical denizens of the deep, who haul stones in and around the quarries of the Queasy of Key, all at the very same time, eleven neutramatic synsthesizing systems owned by the seriously cybernetic marketing division shipped via relativistic space flight through the draconian sector seven.

    This was the entry (slightly altered) that started it all, on December 14, 2004.  Like it or not, there are more to come.  Below is a list of those that have appeared before now.  I may be inspired or persuaded to take on other aspects of the Xmas mythos this season or in those to follow.
    *The ones I like best or had the most fun researching and writing are starred.
    1.   svwX - turning the 12 days of Christmas upside-down and backwards*
    2.   Why postpone the joy?
    3.   Origins of the Candy Cane
    4.   Two Patriotic (Xmas) Poems - Giving the Authors their Due
    5.   White Christmas  by Robert W. Service (not my #1 favorite Xmas poem by him, but pretty good anyway, in its own sentimental way)
    6.   All about Christmas trees*
    7.   Holidays are Hazardous (political correctness and other evils)
    8.   Born in a Manger (origin and history of the crèche or Nativity scene)*
    9.   Holiday Treats for Gifts or for Eating - six recipes:  3 sugary & 3 gluten-free lo-cal
    10.   Io Saturnalia! - ancient history*
    11. It really is a WONDERFUL LIFE. - Featured Grownups essay on how I made my little world a better place.
    12. Xmas in War and Something Else - war and peace with a seasonal twist, in poetry, pictures, cartoons, etc.*
    13. Winter Solstice - Sacred Survival (archaeoastronomy and diverse traditions)
    14. How did reindeer get involved, anyway?
    15. Mistletoe, Holly, Ivy, Poinsettias and Yule Logs
    16. Draggin' the Tree (cowboy Christmas poetry)
    17. The Trapper's Christmas Eve and The Christmas Tree by Robert W. Service
    18. The Ancestry and Evolution of Santa Claus*
    19. The Elves and Gnomes of Christmas
    20.  A small collection of seasonally appropriate, but otherwise inappropriate, images unworthy of attention by anyone except one with a seriously sick sense of humor.
    21  My favorite Christmas Poem