Monthly Archives: May 2015

Cold Sophie

Reene_windynight

If you’ve been following the Convivio Book of Days for any length of time, you know how much we love a good old obscure holiday. Well, it’s mid May and here comes another one: it’s the feast day of St. Sophia. Chances are good you’ve never heard of her. She was an early Christian martyr in Rome, other than dying for her faith, not much else, after all these centuries, is known about her life. Her feast day, however, is known to bring the last of winter’s cold breath to Northern Europe, and the day there, especially in Germany, is known as Kalte Sophie, Cold Sophie.

Sophia is one of the Ice Saints, die eisheiligen. They arrive in May, a troupe of them, one for each day beginning on the 11th: Saints Mamertus, Pancras, Servatius, Boniface, and finally Sophia, today on the 15th. She is the last of them, but she is the grand dame of them, and no wise farmer or gardener will plant cold sensitive crops until after Cold Sophie has passed.

So if you should wake on this mid May morning and find a chill in the air, now you know why. It is the work of Cold Sophie and her Ice Saints, offering winter’s last hurrah before the gentler months of summer firmly stand their ground. Until of course the planet’s constant rearrange allows their return once again. The only thing that stays the same is change.

Image: Windy Night by Reene. Scratchboard, 2005, [Public domain] via Wikimedia Commons.

 

Honoring Our Mothers

Tantrum

Seth and I keep this picture prominently displayed in our living room. It’s a photograph of Seth and his two sisters, circa 1975. Seth is the one on the floor, throwing a tantrum. Thompson Family legend states that this scene was the usual state of affairs in the house. This legend, accompanied by its photographic documentation, is a very big part of our decision not to have kids of our own, be they our own “biokids” (as Dan Savage calls them in his book The Kid) or adopted kids. The chances that our own kids would put us through the same misery that Seth’s parents had to endure is a risk neither of us is prepared to take.

I look at this picture sometimes and I think, “God bless Doreen.” Doreen is Seth’s mom. She was surprised with twins right on the heels of her first born child, and one of those twins was Seth. Seth, for the record, turned out to be quite a great guy. But certainly God bless Doreen and while we’re at it, God bless all the moms. Their job is not an easy one.

Perhaps Anna Jarvis was a challenging child, too. It was Anna who championed the idea of Mother’s Day and in 1914, President Woodrow Wilson, at Anna’s urging, designated the Second Sunday of May as an official holiday honoring our mothers. Anna, however, did not approve of what Mother’s Day quickly became: another big retail holiday. So if you want to keep to the traditional Anna Jarvis spirit of Mother’s Day, you’d do well to simply visit or call your mom and spend the day with her. That’s all Anna wanted the day to be.

Then again, if you put your mother through the things that Seth put his through, you might consider buying her a new car.

 

 

Hal an Tow

Floraday

In Cornwall today in the town of Helston a large bass drum will sound at 7 AM. The drum marks the start of the Furry Dance, an ancient processional through the city. “Hal an Tow” is the song you’ll hear throughout the day as the dance winds through Helston’s streets and buildings.

It has been thus for hundreds of years each 8th of May, unless the 8th happens to fall on a Sunday or Monday, and if it does, then the procession is moved to the Saturday before. The houses and shops are decorated abundantly with flowers, for Flora Day marks the official end of winter, the welcoming of summer.

I found a fine smokey pub performance of “Hal an Tow” for you recorded in 1965 by The Watersons. You can view it here. And when you do, you can sing along if you know the main words:

Hal an Tow!
Jolly rumba low!
We were up
Long before the day-o!
To welcome in the summer,
To welcome in the May-o!
For summer is a comin’ in
And winter’s gone away-o!