Author Archives: John Cutrone

The Great Anniversary Festival

Letter to Abigail

We Americans like to bicker about things but we do come together on occasion, and one of those occasions is today, the Fourth of July, Independence Day. Most of our celebrations across the country will at least touch upon some of the traditional iconic customs of the day: grills and pies and a good bit of drinking with music and fireworks, outdoors, accompanied by plenty of red, white, and blue.

I have always loved the Fourth of July. It was supposed to be my birthday, but I arrived early (I haven’t been very good about early arrivals since), but Independence Day tends to make my birthday a days-long celebration all the same, which is kind of nice. When I was a boy, we would usually watch the fireworks from our home, which was not all that far from the municipal fireworks display at Firemen’s Field. My mom and dad and sister and grandparents would sit on lawn chairs in the front yard, faces pressed to the sky, while I can remember at least once or twice being granted the okay to sit on the trunk of the car to get a little closer, a little more height, to get a better view.

That was in the 1970s and it was not that different then from the way it was years before and not that different from the way it is now. The first known celebration of Independence Day was at Bristol, Rhode Island, in 1777. There at Bristol were the music and the fireworks, red, white and blue bunting, and speeches, too. We have records of General George Washington, on the Fourth of July, 1778, giving his soldiers an artillery salute and a double ration of rum (yes, even the drinking has a long history).

But back to the bickering, for that is what we do best (especially in an election year): There are those amongst our beloved Founding Fathers who would have wanted our celebration to be two days ago, the Second of July. John Adams was in this camp. Adams was a great leader in the fight for independence from Britain and he was our second president. It was in Philadelphia on July 2, 1776, that delegates of the thirteen colonies at the Second Continental Congress officially voted for independence, Adams amongst them. Two days later, on the Fourth, came the adoption of the Declaration of Independence that was penned by Thomas Jefferson. Adams was pretty certain July 2 would be remembered as a day of supreme importance in American history. In fact, here’s a bit of a letter he wrote back home to his wife Abigail on July 3 from Philadelphia:

The Second Day of July 1776, will be the most memorable Epocha, in the History of America. I am apt to believe it will be celebrated, by succeeding generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.

Alas, the Fourth of July was the date written upon the document that was eventually signed by the delegates to that Second Continental Congress, and so the Fourth took on greater significance. Adams and Jefferson rarely saw eye to eye, and Adams lost his bid for a second term as president to Jefferson. But though they, too, bickered, they did share solidarity in their dream of the United States of America as a sovereign country, independent from the Crown of Great Britain. I have also loved the fact, ever since I learnt it as a little boy, that John Adams and Thomas Jefferson both left this earth on the same day, Adams in Massachusetts, Jefferson in Virginia, both on the Fourth of July, 1826: the fiftieth anniversary of the adoption of the Declaration of Independence. I like to think they both got to see some bonfires and illuminations before they went their ways… or maybe met up on the other side, where they could still bicker about the proper day to celebrate.

Image: Excerpt of a letter from John Adams in Philadelphia to his wife Abigail in Quincy, Massachusetts, July 3, 1776. With thanks to the Adams Family Archive of the Massachusetts Historical Society.

 

Your July Book of Days

Tanabata

Somehow today we find ourselves halfway through the year. It is July now, and so here is your Convivio Book of Days Calendar for July. It’s a printable PDF on standard US Letter size paper, and it is a good companion to the blog. This month’s cover stars are strips of handmade paper tied in the bamboo in our back yard and left to flutter in the wind and weather. Upon each strip of paper is a wish. It’s a lovely custom surrounding Tanabata, the star festival of Japan that falls each year on the Seventh day of the Seventh month.

This month brings as well the conclusion of Ramadan with Eid Ul-Fitr. There are a few national holidays: Today, the First, is Canada Day, and of course our own Independence Day on the Fourth, and on the Fourteenth, Bastille Day in France. July ushers in the Dog Days of summer, traditionally the hottest part of the year, ruled by the dog star Sirius, and it brings a number of saints’ days––St. Anne and St. James, St. Martha and St. Swithins. And come the end of the month, it is Lammas Eve: It is the day Shakespeare chose as the birthday of Juliet. The eve ushers in August and Lammas, which is our first marker of summer’s passing into fall.

But that’s a long time from now. Now we welcome July.

 

And Now Light Begins to Wane

Midsummer

All of our midsummer night’s revels and midsummer night’s dreaming of last night lead up to today: St. John’s Day, marking the birth of St. John the Baptist. We don’t typically celebrate the births of saints; all the other saints’ days mark the date of their deaths. But things are different with Mary and with John the Baptist. For them, we celebrate both. The Church early on placed the birth of John the Baptist at the Midsummer solstice and the birth of Jesus Christ at the Midwinter solstice. John is born at Midsummer, just as light begins to decrease. “He must increase, but I must decrease,” we read in John 3:30. Conversely, Christ is born at Midwinter, just as light begins to increase. Again, in John 8:12: “I am the light of the world.”

St. John is sacred to Puerto Rico, Québec, and Newfoundland. He is a patron saint of tailors, innkeepers, and printers like me. Tradition would have us cut and fashion divining rods on his day, for hidden treasures are thought to reveal themselves on St. John’s Day. Explore lonely places, it is said, and there these treasures shall be, awaiting any lucky finder. The magic passes with the day.

It is customary to eat strawberries on St. John’s Day, and in Estonia and Finland, a special St. John’s Day cheese is made, flavored with caraway seeds. Luckily no one has made a tradition of eating the foods that St. John himself is known to have eaten: “And his meat was locusts and wild honey” (Matthew 3:4). Try serving that at your next Midsummer dinner and watch your guests clear out in a hurry.

Image: Our St. John’s Eve bonfire last night, welcoming Old Midsummer. There may have been some Cognac involved. Afterward, I bound a pile of books and then cobbled together this Book of Days chapter. That may have been a result of the coffee before the cognac. The pile of books? Copies of Putting Up Mangoes, our tale of overwhelming subtropical abundance, which we’ll be featuring at the Midsummer Makers Marketplace at the Jaffe Center for Book Arts tomorrow, Saturday June 25, from 10 AM to 4 PM. If you come by, do say hello. Follow the roadsigns on campus to easy free parking. Admission is free, too!