Tervetuloa (Except for Grasshoppers)

Urho

Don’t be surprised if you’ve never heard of St. Urho’s Day. My first encounter with it (and with the word Tervetuloa, which is Finnish for “Welcome!”) was at the local Finlandia Days celebration many years ago, somewhere between the Wife Carrying Contest and the performance by an orchestra comprised entirely of accordions. One of the Finnish folklorists told me the tale of St. Urho, who drove the grasshoppers from Finland, and whose day is celebrated today, March 16.

If this sounds vaguely like another saint who happened to drive the snakes out of Ireland and who will be celebrated with his own special day tomorrow, well, perhaps there are connections to be made. Perhaps St. Urho is a fabrication, but who is to say in cases like this what is true and what is not? It is certainly not up to me.

Here in Lake Worth, which, together with our neighboring town of Lantana, boasts the largest concentration of Finns outside of Finland, Finnish tales are easy to come by. It just takes a visit to the Finnish bakery on East Ocean Avenue, where the old Finnish men sit out front drinking coffee and eating cardamom scented buns each morning, or to the Finnish Consulate on Lake Avenue in Downtown Lake Worth, or to the Finnish American Rest Home or the American Finnish Kerhotalo (Clubhouse), where we go to celebrate Midsummer Night with a roaring bonfire, to hear some of these tales. And while there is no big St. Urho’s Day celebration here that I know of, it certainly seems there should be.

St. Urho drove the grasshoppers from Finland with a simple proclamation: Heinäsirkka, heinäsirkka, mene täältä hiiteen, or in English, “Grasshopper, grasshopper, go to Hell!” There you go. Pretty direct. Driving out the grasshoppers saved Finland’s legendary grape harvest. His day is celebrated by wearing purple and green (that guy tomorrow only gets green), and some drinking is naturally part of the celebration, too.

Believe what you wish. Celebrate what you will. But tonight, drink a toast to St. Urho, with a wink and smile: Cheers to St. Urho and to you and me! Tervetuloa to all but the grasshoppers!

 

 

Graggers & Hamantaschen

Purim

The setting sun on the 15th of March this year brings Purim, a springtime holiday in the Jewish calendar that is marked with costumes, noise-making, and eating hat-shaped pastries. If that sounds like too much fun to pass up, maybe you should join in the fun.

Purim is, at its core, a commemoration of an event that took place in ancient Persia as recorded in the Book of Esther. Haman, the royal vizier to the king, plotted to kill all the Jews in the empire, but his plot was discovered and foiled by Queen Esther and her father, Mordecai. On each Purim, the story of these events is told in the reading of the Megillah, and each time the name Haman is spoken, the congregation boos and hisses and twirls graggers to drown it out.

It’s also a day of wonderful costumes. It’s traditional to dress as the main characters from the Purim story, but then again, it’s not uncommon to see all manner of costumes on Purim. And then there are the hamantaschen––small pastries shaped as a triangle, like Haman’s hat, filled traditionally with poppyseed or prune. It is traditional to offer gifts of food to others on Purim, and in fact my very first hamantaschen was one such gift. My friends Georges and Judith brought me two hamantaschen at work one Purim, and told me all about the story of Esther and the evil Haman and the graggers to blot out his name. I thought the hamantaschen were delicious, and I thought the whole thing sounded like great fun. Happy Purim.

 

Image: When Georges and Judith brought me those first hamantaschen, they came in a box that also told the story of Purim and I pasted some of the more interesting graphics from the box into my journal. The date was March 18, 2003. I’m guessing that must be Esther and the king amidst floating hamantaschen.

 

 

Eat More Pie!

Pi

Not every ceremony of a day has to be traditional. This one is based on a date pun: Today is March 14… third month, fourteenth day, or 3.14, which is Pi. And there is only one thing to do on Pi Day: eat a pie. That’s all. Make sure it’s a good one.

Image: Can’t Argue with Pie, printed letterpress from handset historic wood types and a vintage advertising cut (circa 1950s Miami), printed especially for Pi Day 2014. Will soon be available at our website.