Holidays, Holydays, Carnivals, Festivals, and Vacations

One of the highlights of our visit to Rotorua was meeting up with Lizzi Tremayne, She drove down from her rural paradise to see me and another author friend, Caroline Warfield. Here we are at Rotorua’s Buried Village, Lizzi, Carol, and Jude (from left to right).

This past fortnight, we have been on holiday, meeting relatives in Rotorua for our annual holiday together, taking friends from the United States on a tour of the North Island of our lovely country, and now entertaining relatives in our home.

Holidays are part of the pattern of our life, times we can relax with friends and family.

Other regular patterns are punctuated by the liturgical year of our Catholic faith. Ash Wednesday coincided with Valentine’s Day this year, which means we are currently in Lent. In two weeks, it will be Palm Sunday, to be followed by Holy Week and Easter. Ascension Thursday, Pentecost (which the English used to call Whitsunday), the beginning of Advent, Christmas, and around again to Lent. And lots of other feast days and commemorations along the way.

Some of these have also become secular celebrations, joining national commemorations like Anzac Day and Waitangi Day. And sports adds another whole layer of seasonal markers: duck-shooting season, the first day of rugby or cricket or athletics for the year.

Then there are the markers particular to our family: anniversaries of good things and sad. Weddings, births, deaths. The night my beloved and I first kissed. (August 3rd 49 years ago! Where did the time go?) The day we experienced our first snowfall after moving from the North Island to the South. Births of children and grandchildren. Deaths of loved ones. Milestone events, many of them at crossroads on my life’s journey.

In the past I write about, those living in the English countryside still measured their years by the changing seasons, with the liturgical year intertwined around the natural rhythms. The English term for holiday comes from the old English word for holy day. In medieval times, holy days meant only basic necessary work. Peasants worked long hours, of course, during spring planting and the harvest season, but they expected, and got, time off in the rest of the year. (Relatively speaking. No swanning off to the coast for a week; animals and people still had to be fed.)

Even better if the holy day was also a festival, for the term festival comes from the Latin word for joyous, and by the 14th century had already taken on the connotation of an abundant meal, a feast.

Feast days punctuated the year; major feasts like Easter, Christmas, the Epiphany, and the feast day of a local Saint; minor feasts for other saints. And all of them had their own special food: in England, Simnel Cake, Twelfth Night Cake, Tansy Pudding, Shrove Tuesday pancakes, and on and on.

Carnival is an interesting word. It comes from an old Italian word meaning ‘to remove meat’, and originally meant the day before Lent, a time of penance when no-one in the Catholic world ate meat. Or does it? Some scholars think it predates Christianity and has something to do with the worship of the goddess Carna, to whom worshippers sacrificed pork and beans. At first glance, their rationale seems to be based more on not wanting the origin to be Christian than on actual evidence, but there you go.

The last word on my list is vacation, which is what they call holidays in the United States. The term is a more recent one, and has Puritan roots. The Puritans didn’t think much of holidays. Six days a week you worked, and the seventh you prayed. However, school worked by different rules, if only because the children were needed at home to help with the harvest. The teacher and students vacated the classroom; in other words, they went on vacation.

I appear to be falling into the habit of including annual celebrations in my stories. Christmas, of course. A Family Christmas (in the Christmas Babies on Main Street anthology) is not my only Christmas story. But other celebrations, as well. Farewell to Kindness revolves around the week following Whitsunday; A Raging Madness reaches its climax at Easter; the one I have on preorder now, The Realm of Silence, takes place over midsummer. And the research is fascinating. In the early 19th century, many of the old traditions survived, at least in country areas and among the ordinary people. A few still survive into the modern day. What traditions do you and your family keep?

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4 Responses to Holidays, Holydays, Carnivals, Festivals, and Vacations

  1. E. Ayers says:

    I still keep Christmas and Thanksgiving, but the other days have slid away as the children have grown and left the house. In fact, it’s nothing for Christmas to be celebrated a little early because one daughter is a nurse and often works. Birthdays slip by with little fanfare – no one wants cake because it’s fattening. 🙂 The neighborhood doesn’t do Halloween, and our independence day with only a reminder of a few distant sounds of fireworks. I don’t even bother to decorate the house just for me. But I always seem to know the seasons by the length of days. It’s somewhat obvious. But I don’t do anything for it. Life keeps changing. I try to enjoy every day and not reserve family or friends only for holidays

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  2. Carol says:

    Interesting post, Jude. We still celebrate Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, Independence Day, and Birthdays. We don’t celebrate Halloween, a Pagan holiday. Good to see you met up with friends. Nice that you and Lizzi had a chance to spend time together.

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  3. Jill James says:

    Lovely post. Never knew all of those holidays existed. Of course, vacation is a great word.

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  4. leighmorgan1 says:

    I have a cousin in Rotorua. I’d love to go for a visit–we’re thinking maybe 2021. Visiting, vacationing, going on holiday, it’s all awesome!

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