Monthly Archives: November 2015

Advent

Advent

It is the First Sunday of Advent, and here begins our time of preparation for Christmas. I write this tonight from Chicago, where we’ve been visiting family since before Thanksgiving. 41.8369° North in latitude, which is more than 15 degrees further north than our home in Lake Worth. Darkness falls much earlier here; the increase in darkness is much more apparent, the cold weather more extreme. We awoke on our first morning to a land covered in snow. Here, there is no doubt of midwinter’s approach.

Advent itself is a season of the Church. It is a time of preparation for Christmas much like Lent prepares us for Easter, and in earlier days it was a time of fasting, just as Lent is. It began back then on the 12th of November, the day after Martinmas, the day after our time of remembering the dead, which had begun with Halloween, had just come to a close. This aspect of Advent is now in the past. But the value of Advent is clear even if your Christmas celebration is not one based in religion. It matters not whether we are celebrating the birth of the Christ child or the triumph of light over darkness at the solstice. In either scenario, Advent has its place, for to speak of joy and peace at Christmas seems a bit disingenuous without first setting the stage for needing those gifts, and this is where Advent comes in: Advent humbles us, opens our hearts to this need. Advent provides us a time to make amends, to right wrongs, to repair relationships, to make our house fair as we are able. The days are dark. Advent prepares us for the coming light of the child, of the returning sun.

Over the centuries, many beautiful ways of expressing this have come about. There are many old old songs for this time of year that are not the songs you’ve been hearing in stores for weeks by now. These songs tend to be darker and more reflective. (The Benedictines of Mary have released one of the best collections of music for the season, called Advent at Ephesus. I highly recommend it.) Candles are naturally a big part of the traditions of Advent, too, for their symbolism is clear. Tradition would have us build a ring of four candles, three purple and one rose. On the First Sunday of Advent, which is tonight, we would light the first purple candle. Come the night of the Second Sunday, we light two purple candles. On the Third Sunday, we light those same two purple candles and the rose candle, and on the Fourth Sunday, not long before Christmas, all four candles are lit––as the nights grow increasing darker on the approach to the Midwinter Solstice, we respond with increasing light in our homes and in our hearts.

More secular approaches to Advent include a daily candle that is lit for an hour each day. At our home, we light ours each night at the table with dinner beginning on the First of December. When the candle is nearly done, Christmas has arrived. This tradition is related to the German tradition of the Advent calendar, which is probably the most familiar of Advent traditions. My first Advent calendar was given to me by my sister in 1973. The glitter and sparkle of the nighttime winter scene captured my imagination and I kept that calendar, along with every one I’ve had over the years. It is this same magic that has inspired much of what Convivio Bookworks is all about, and this is a large part of why we sell the things we sell, because I love sharing that magic with you, too.

We want Christmas to be magical for our kids and for ourselves, and Advent is, to me, key to that magic. It’s all about taking things slowly, all about setting the pace, setting the stage. We open our hearts and minds to possibility; we become light bearers in a time of increasing darkness.

 

Image: close up view of one of the many traditional German Advent calendars we sell at our website. This one was originally printed in 1955. Seth and I brought it to my aunt’s house in Illinois to help her and my cousins prepare for Christmas once we head back home.

 

Thanksgiving

Pilgrims

It’s Thanksgiving, the great American holiday set aside for gathering and for the counting of our blessings. The menu is practically universal across the land with very few variations, and that alone is amazing, that this melting pot of a nation can agree on something. We gather and we fret over the meal and we do the best we can to make the day as special as we can. Whether we gather with many or with but a few, what matters most is that we approach the day in the spirit of thankfulness for which the day is named. And this is our wish for you as we gather with family in Illinois and sit down to a table set for 17. I will think of all of you who read this blog and appreciate what we do and when it comes to thinking of all we are thankful for, I will remember you all, for I truly am thankful that you read, that you write back, that you share, that you enjoy what Convivio is all about. From us to you: Happy Thanksgiving.

A bit of Florida brought with us to Illinois, something the other Floridians will recognize: the famous Publix Pilgrim salt & pepper shakers. They are equally at home here in snowy Illinois as they are in sunny Florida.

 

Oranges & Lemons

“Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement’s….” Here’s a reprint of last year’s Book of Days chapter from the 23rd of November, Old Clem’s Night. Sometimes (like today) it seems hard to write it any better than it was the year before, and sometimes (like today) I am on vacation: Seth and I are currently in snowy Illinois, preparing for Thanksgiving with family. Follow our adventures on Instagram (#illinoisthanksgiving) and for today, enjoy our reprint of this fascinating minor holiday. Read to the end of the chapter for a bonus gift that wasn’t part of last year’s chapter. Happy Old Clem’s Night!

Oranges and Lemons

November 23 is the feast day of St. Clement: St. Clement’s Day, or Old Clem’s Night in England. He’s the patron saint of metal workers and blacksmiths, and Old Clem’s Night traditionally begins at the anvil, which is struck pretty consistently in the blacksmith’s trade, but on Old Clem’s Night, there is the addition of a small measure of gunpowder. The ensuing small explosion is what rings in the celebration. It’s a boisterous one, to be sure, involving processions of smiths, some of whom are dressed as St. Clement, with stops at every tavern along the way. We can assume there was no shortage of ale on Old Clem’s Night, and there also was no shortage of toasts and huzzahs for the smiths. Toasts like:

Health to the jolly blacksmith, the best of all fellows,
Who works at his anvil while the boy blows the bellows!

One of the legends of St. Clement places him as the very first man to refine iron, and to shoe a horse. That’s not terribly likely, however, and our ancestors may have been confusing Old Clem with a mythical blacksmith of Saxon origin: Wayland the Smith, whose feast day was also about this same time of year. But St. Clement has always gathered romantic legends about him. What we know for sure is he was one of the early Christian martyrs, being thrown overboard from a boat and fixed to an old iron anchor in the First Century AD.

He’s an interesting fellow, Old Clem. While the smiths were most likely getting drunk on ale, the children were going about clementing: going door to door, begging for apples and pears and nuts in exchange for singing old rhymes. When I asked my mother many years ago about her recollections of trick-or-treating when she was a little girl in Brooklyn, one thing she remembered was going door-to-door not at Halloween but rather around Thanksgiving. She didn’t call it clementing, but it sure sounds like it to me, especially when you realize that on some years, Thanksgiving and St. Clement’s Day would even fall on the same day.

One of the rhymes clementing kids may have sung in exchange for apples and pears was probably an old nursery rhyme that is still well known. Do you know it?

Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s.
You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s.

When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.

When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I do not know,
Says the great bell of Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!

The bells in the song refer to the bells of churches in and around London. The ending is rather abrupt, isn’t it? But it’s part of a game that’s being played by the girls in the old engraving above. Two players form an arch with their arms, and at the end of the rhyme, things really speed up––both the song and the running through the arches. But finally the arches come down… and then that’s it for the kid who’s trapped in those arms: Off with her head! Or at least out of the game.

Image: “Oranges and Lemons” by Nicholl Bouvier Games. Engraving on paper, from the book The Pictorial World by Agnes Rose Bouvier, 1874. [Public Domain] via Wikimedia Commons.

Who remembers Book of Love? Who remembers the 80s? Here’s Book of Love singing their song Oranges and Lemons in concert in 1989, and yes… they do mention the bells of St. Clement’s!