Monday, July 30, 2012

You CAN go home again!!!





     I grew up in Moline, Illinois and haven't been back for 35 years. After being lovingly badgered by my two best girlfriends, Cheryl and Leslie, I decided to attend my 45th high school reunion. I haven't had a vacation for 13 years and haven't flown since 1997. Needless to say I was a bit anxious about going. My sister, Kathy, came to the rescue once again, offering to go with me. She is a frequent flyer, and knows all the ropes.


                The flight went well....here we are landing in the quaint Moline Airport. They even let me wear my cowboy hat on board, hats being my fetish and my trademark, I just had to bring it.



                                                                                                       My cousin Mary Ann took us to the library so I could sign my books.  What a thrill. 




       There they were, with their own Dewey Decimal numbers, on the shelf right beside Karen Robards and Nora Roberts.
Who could ask for better company, maybe their success will rub off on me.




      Friday night was the meet and greet at the Bierstube, a German beer garden. When I first saw Cheryl and Leslie we started squealing and laughing like 16 year old girls, and we pretty much kept it up for the next two days. There were about 720 kids in my graduating class, but being a "nobody" I didn't know half of them. About 200 showed up for the reunion.


Saturday morning, Mary Ann, Leslie, Kathy and I went bumming around. We went to Lagomarcino's for an amazing lunch, including their famous hot fudge sundaes. This was not a time for counting calories.




Then we swung by the Mighty Mississippi. Now THERE'S a river for you. Even though low because of the drought in Illinois, it is big and muddy and seems so wide you can barely see across to the other side.





There was a beautiful riverboat docked nearby, wish we could have ridden on it, or even on the river taxi. Maybe next time.













    
Kathy and cousin Mary Ann



      The next stop was Blackhawk State Park. Some of my most cherished memories are of running through the forest near the Rock River, imagining what it was like when the Sauk tribe lived in those very woods as we watched out for poison ivy and poison sumac. The deciduous tree forest is so thick and green and goes on for miles, so different from the pine forests or the sparse gatherings of cotton wood trees in Colorado.




Had fun in the museum chatting with some of the locals.

The three amigas. Kathy,
Mary Ann, & Gini




   Then we grabbed our spoons and had the traditional bowl of  Whitey's ice cream...another taste of heaven. Yes, you know you're home indeed.




     That evening was the big party. Oh boy, a pig roast. Luckily for this vegetarian, there were plenty of side dishes. I've never starved yet. 


What a wonderful evening. We subversively checked out everybody, which was not easy as our name tags were written in  barely discernable fine-line pen, and they did not affix photo's from the year book. It was pretty difficult to recognize anybody. We tried not to be too happy about the gorgeous cheerleaders who now looked chubby and wrinkled.


                                                               Cheryl, Me, Leslie

     I was so proud of Cheryl, she won a prize for being the person attending with the longest military record. She spent 8 years as a National Guard Nurse and is a Captain. Leslie, the brain-trust, won a prize for her good memory regarding the words to the school "fight" song.

     I won an amazing trip down memory lane, and the joy of feeling 16 again for three days. What a wonderful trip.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

SCANDINAVIAN SOLSTICE CELEBRATION

                                 
      My amazing sister, Kathy, drove us to Estes Park, Colorado on Saturday 6/23/12, to see the Scandinavian Solstice Celebration.

     It is a beautiful area, and the temperature that day was below the 104 degrees raging in Longmont and Berthoud. Sadly a new wild fire broke out up there that very morning, the smoke drifting in the air, one house already on fire with more structures and trees in jeopardy.

       It has been a tragic year for so many people, and much of our precious Colorado landscape. Our hearts go out to those touched by the fires, and our praise and prayers go to the many firefighters, first responders, and folks aiding and sheltering the people and animals in need.

        The festival was in full swing when we arrived, and it was a welcome joyful diversion. 



                The traditional Maypole was already decorated.

      Usually associated with May day rather than midsummer or summer solstice, the symbolism of the maypole has been continuously debated by folklorists for centuries.

     One theory holds that they are a remnant of the Germanic reverence for sacred trees, as there is evidence for various sacred trees and wooden pillars were venerated by the pagans across much of Germanic Europe.  Norse paganism, held that the universe was a world tree, known as Yggdrasil There is therefore speculation that the maypole was in some way a continuance of this tradition.

      The cross-arm may be a latter-day attempt to Christianize the pagan symbol into the semblance of a cross, although not completely successful

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    At the Viking Village we saw demonstrations of an ancient horn and drum. Also a wonderful display of Viking tools and crafts material.







              The Norwegian Fjord Horses were also on hand.

        The Norwegian Fjord Horse is one of the world's oldest and purest breeds. It is believed that the original Fjord Horse migrated to Norway and was domesticated over 4,000 years ago. Herds of wild Fjord Horses existed in Norway after the last ice age. Archaeological excavations at Viking burial sites indicate that the Fjord Horse has been selectively bred for at least 2,000 years. They are draft type horses and were used for farming, a tough job traveling up and down the fjords.



                                               These beauties are from the Flying Pig Farm,
                                 Thank you Jeanne for speaking with us and letting us take this photo.

       One of their unique characteristics is that approximately 90% of all Fjord Horses are brown dun in color. The other 10% are either red dun, gray, white or "uls" dun, or yellow dun. The Fjord Horse retains the "wild" dun color of the original horse as well as the primitive markings which include zebra stripes on the legs and a dorsal stripe that runs from the forelock down the neck and back and into the tail. Dark stripes may also be seen over the withers.



                                                                                                  stock photo
        Another unique characteristic of the Fjord Horse is the mane. The center hair of the mane is dark (usually black) while the outer hair is white. The mane is cut short so it will stand erect. It is trimmed in a characteristic crescent shape to emphasize the graceful curve of the neck The white outer hair is then trimmed slightly shorter than the dark inner hair to display the dramatic dark stripe.

     Fjords generally range in size from 13.2 to 14.2 Hands and weigh between 900 and 1200 pounds at maturity, with a few individuals ranging outside these measurements.



               There were lots of booths selling a wide range of tempting items and bright colors seemed to be everywhere in flowers,
                            and lovely Scandinavian pottery.

    Then the day was over and we headed home, munching on roasted sugared almonds, tired , hot, but happy.  A good time was had by all. And on the way out of town, a real treat, several head of elk grazing by the road.



Thursday, June 21, 2012

FRILLY HATS AND FANTASTIC CARS




Saturday June 16th was the Berthoud Home Tour, Quilt show, and Antique Car Rally.


The cars and quilts were works of art,
and I got to wear my new hat!





    Below we have Anne, inside the McCarty Fickel House, dressed in her "Fannie Palmer" outfit as she shows off some of the beautiful hats we have on hand.

Then there were the cars. Be still my heart. I would love to have any one of them for jaunting around on a summer day.





Hope your summer is full of the things you love, HAPPY SUMMER SOLSTICE........

Blessed be.... 

Sunday, June 3, 2012

A BIT OF BERTHOUD HISTORY/STEPPING BACK IN TIME




       The Berthoud Historical Society rescues a cabin built in 1874.


       Charles Meining built his handhewn homestead cabin on the banks of the Little Thompson Creek with the hopes of using it temporarily while he built a more suitable frame house covered with clapboard siding. Did he envision flowers growing in the yard, a corral with livestock just out the back, and a field full of crops taking root nearby? Sadly he wasn't to see such dreams come true or to grow old there. The cabin was completed, but he lived only a short time there before succumbing to pneumonia.

     The 14 x 22 foot cabin still stood, perhaps filled with those unrealized dreams, hidden away inside a larger dwelling, waiting for the day it would be brought back to life and feel the sun once again on it's timbered walls.

    During a remodelling episode in 2001 the little cabin was discovered and donated to the historical society by Gary and Julie Moon. Generations of plaster and clapboard were carefully removed dismantled, and the little dwelling was restored to beyond its former glory. The cabin was given a new lease on life.

     After months of hard work, May 12th, 2012,there was a dedication ceremony. I felt fortunate to help by serving good old fashion pie to the crowd who came to see this bit of history unvailed. Jan, another Historical Society volunteer, and I dressed in period clothing, and when I later walked through the little cabin, it was like stepping back in time.


     The cabin was so small, what was it like to live in such confines with room only for the most precious of items. The walls were chinked with a mixture of cement, sand, and lime. There wasn't a stove yet, but I knew which corner I'd want to put it in if I were the housewife. Tiny steps led to the upper floor where sleeping would be warmer in winter but dang hot in the summer.  Did it stand up well to the wind coming off the foots, or to a Rocky Mountain blizzard or the dust in the summer months?


     It's a lovely place to dream of what might have been and I hope somewhere Charles Meining knows how many people are admiring and appreciating his little cabin. 
















Friday, April 27, 2012

MAYPOLES & BONFIRES-HAPPY BELTANE


     
                         Beltane is a crossquarter Celtic holiday.

    It is a day the bonfires burn bright, darkness is over shadowed by light, Vulcan rules and lights our way into the summer months to bring us the fragrance of the flowers now blooming. 
    It is customary to wash your face in the morning dew to enhance beauty both physical and spiritual. Also, regardless of size be it an apartment or the rolling hills of a cattle ranch, to walk the perimeter of your land giving thanks and asking that it be protected.       The morning dew washes away our cares of winter and gives life to the green man, Hern of the forest . Mother Earth now releases the tiny plants that are the bounty of our life and the hope of summer. 
            May is Mary’s month and she is honored as a true and miraculous mother. Her shrines and alters are bedecked with flowers.

   The triple Goddess, Maiden, Mother, Crone is also honored. She who reminds us that all stages of life are holy and with purpose.

    We also honor our earthly mother, and I am thankful that I was blessed to be raised by a woman of such goodness and love. Happy Mother's Day.

      Some believe Beltane is the traditional marriage of the God and Goddess and is celebrated on May 1st. In ancient pagan times, this was the only marriage sanctioned during the month of May and only divine marriages, including those of kings, could be "sanctified" during May. Others had to wait until June, which is where the tradition of the June bride comes from.

 

         Beltane is the time of the ripening Earth and the appearance of the May flowers.




In many parts of Europe and in parts of the New World as well, the Maypole is erected and danced around in a sunward (deosil) motion. (the pole was often recognized as a phallic symbol)




         The Maypole is traditionally of Oak (a sacred tree of the Druids) and decorated with Hawthorne wreaths. The ribbons of the Maypole signify the softness of the Mother as the Maypole itself symbolizes the God.

       The ribbons are of many colors and in some traditions each color has significance. When the dancers chose a ribbon it is not uncommon for them to announce, "I dance red, for romance." or "I dance green for good fortune." As the dancers weave and twine the ribbons around the Maypole a cone of power is raised and their wishes are bound tightly into that cone.


      Traditionally, the last woman left holding a ribbon is crowned Queen of the May. There are a variety of methods of choosing the Oak King or King of the May. Often he is the man who is able to toss a wreath high enough and accurately enough to "ring" the Maypole. In other traditions he is the last man holding a ribbon after dancing the Maypole. Yet in other traditions the King is selected by the Queen to be her consort.


     As fertility of the people, animals, and land was essential for
survival, many traditions were engendered in this holiday. 

      As with all children conceived at festivals, children who are born nine months after a Beltane festival are considered gifts of the Gods and are referred to as "Merry Be Gots."

     In many parts of Europe, the Maypole was believed to increase fertility of women and cattle. Infertile women would embrace oaks on May Day. Other cultures deemed rolling on the ground under an apple tree a fertility enhancer. A bough fastened to one's home was believed to help cattle produce more milk.






    Beltane is also known as Cetsamhain and is directly opposite Samhain in terms of the wheel of the year.  And because Beltane means "good fire", bonfires were once used to mark the symbolic return of the sun and renewed life. 

     Great fires are lit, some folks leap the flames to show the exuberance of the season. It is believed that leaping the fire and declaring one's desire or intentions will help seal the outcome of what is wished for.


       The fire itself was made of nine different kind of woods. The number nine is a sacred number, representing the triple Goddess three times over. The woods included birch for the Goddess, oak for the God, fir for birth, willow for death, rowan for magic, apple for love, grapevine for joy , hazel for wisdom, and hawthorn for purity.


      In times long past the young people of the villages and towns would go into field and forest on May Eve to gather flowers. They would return to their villages the following day and gift each home with flowers. In turn they received the best food and drink each cotter had to offer. The revelers would bless the fields and flocks of those who were generous to them, in a similar manner to those well-gifted on Samhain (Halloween).

     Customs associated with Beltane include skimming water from the top of a wealthy person's well in order to bring luck. The battle of the Oak King and Holly King occurs at this festival, with each fighting for the love of the Goddess. The Oak King wins and presides until Samhain when the Holly King wins as Lord of the waning year.

                  

 


Wishing you a beautiful Spring seaon.......

Sunday, March 18, 2012

MARCH HARES, EASTER EGGS, AND NEW BEGINNINGS

THE VERNAL EQUINOX
     This year winter seems to be lasting forever. Probably because I'm getting older and am therefore less tolerant of the cold, the dreariness, and life in general. But the Vernal Equinox is upon us, can true spring be far behind?

     Now from the cold darkness of earth and stone a gentle warmth is brewing and from the roots of trees, sap begins to rise; the breeze begins to warm and soothe us; Honor the birds who fill the skies: the robins fat and happy, the meadowlarks soon to follow, blessing us with their cheerful songs.


And watch for those bunnies cavorting about. 


     The expression "Mad as a March Hare" may be foreign to many, except for those who spent a lot of time hobnobbing during the 1500s when the saying first came into fashion. Back then, "mad" meant crazy or wild, and this could certainly be used to describe the behavior that was commonly exhibited by the normally shy and quiet hare during the spring mating season (which in Europe primarily meant the month of March). Their odd conduct included boxing with potential paramours but contrary to early belief, it was the female throwing the one-two punch

      Erasmus used the words mad as a marsh hare because he felt the hares living in the marshes were wilder due to their lack of hedges and cover. But Chaucer used the expression mad as a hare before him and Lewis Carroll gave the usage new life with the creation of his character the March Hare in Alice and wonderland.  


     Mad as a March Hare: from Patti Wigington 
     Spring equinox is a time for fertility and sowing seeds and so nature's fertility goes a little crazy. In medieval societies in Europe, the March hare was viewed as a major fertility symbol -- this is a species of rabbit that is nocturnal most of the year, but in March when mating season begins there are bunnies everywhere all day long. Apparently the males tend to get frustrated when rebuffed by their mates and like most men, they bounce around erratically when discouraged.

     It should be noted that the wish for fertility can encompass fertility of mind, heart, soul, creativity, and the land, not just the obvious.


     The Equinox, known to the Pagans as Ostera, is a day of balance, the midpoint between Imbolc (Candlemas) and Beltane (the feast of the green man). Twelve hours of darkness and twelve hours of light. It is the time when light overtakes darkness and even though the days have been growing longer since the Winter Solstice, they are now greater than the night. On the equinox the sun rises due east and sets due west.



      It is a time when we should consciously make an effort to balance our life and offset any sadness with joy, anger with forgiveness. Like being on a tightrope, sometimes balance is not easily achieved either physically or mentally, but use this day to try to align yourself for the days ahead which will be filled with activity. Ask for energy even as you are grateful for the energy returning to the earth.  
    
     Easter also falls in the spring. The word Easter comes to us from the Norsemen's Eostur, Eastar, Ostara, and Ostar, and the pagan goddess Eostre, all of which involve the season of the growing sun and new birth.

      The ancient Egyptians, Persians, Phoenicians, and Hindus all believed the world began with an enormous egg, thus the egg as a symbol of new life has been around for eons. The particulars may vary, but most cultures around the world use the egg as a symbol of new life and rebirth.


         A notation in the household accounts of Edward I of England showed an expenditure of eighteen pence for 450 eggs to be gold-leafed and colored for Easter gifts. The first book to mention Easter eggs by name was written five hundred years ago. Yet, a North African tribe that had become Christian much earlier in time had a custom of coloring eggs at Easter.

 Long hard winters often meant little food, and a fresh egg for Easter was quite a prize. Later, Christians abstained from eating meat during the Lenten season prior to Easter. Easter was the first chance to enjoy eggs and meat after the long abstinence.


       Some European children go from house to house begging for Easter eggs, much like Halloween trick-or-treaters. Called pace-egging, it comes from the old word for Easter, Pasch. Many old cultures also attributed the egg with great healing powers. It is interesting to note that eggs play almost no part in the Easter celebrations of Mexico, South America, and Native American Indian cultures. Some believe the egg-rolling contests are a symbolic re-enactment of the rolling away of the stone from Christ's tomb.



The decoration of small leaf-barren branches as Easter egg trees has become a popular custom in the United States since the 1990s.


      This is the time of the year when you can put into action all those plans you made during the dark time ... the gestation period is over and everything is bursting with new life. Ostara is a very joyful Sabbath, lots of merry making and flirting, as it should be, the sexual tension between the God and the Goddess has begun, and the dance of life has begun yet again.

      Regardless of religious perspective it seems to be a time of rebirth and rejoicing, so get out there and honor the Creator however you may conceive of such an entity, plant some seeds in the earth and in your mind and pray for growth and the rebirth of goodness and peace.

               Ostara or Eostre from Yvonne at Earth Witchery
                The Maiden aspect of the Three-fold Goddess.

     To the ancient Saxons, Ostara was an important Goddess of spring, but we know little else about her. Some have suggested that Ostara is merely an alternate name for Frigg or Freya, but neither of these Goddesses seem to have quite the same fertility function as Ostara. Frigg, goddess of the home, wouldn't seem to be associated with such an earthy festival and Freya's form of fertility is more based on eroticism than reproduction.

     However, Ostara is associated, almost interchangeably, with many different goddesses. She is essentially similar to Freya, for she is the goddess of the fertile spring, the resurrection of life after winter. She was equated with the goddess Idunna, who bore the Apples of Eternal Youth to the Aesir, and many believe that Ostara and Idunna are the same, or represent the same principle. She is almost certainly the same as the Greek Goddess Eos, Goddess of the Dawn.


      Again, following the threefold theme -- Eos (is Dawn), Hemera (is Day) and Nyx ( is Night.) As Ostara is Goddess of the Dawn, we can understand why sunrise services have always been an important aspect of the spring resurrection/rebirth observances of other cultures.

     Pagan Anglo-Saxons made offerings of colored eggs to her at the Vernal Equinox. They placed them at graves, probably as a charm of rebirth. (Egyptians and Greeks were also known to place eggs at gravesites). The Goddess of Fertility was also the Goddess of Grain, so offerings of bread and cakes were made to her. Rabbits are sacred to Ostara, especially white rabbits and she is said to be able to take the form of a rabbit.


     One myth says Ostara found a bird dying from the cold. She changed it to a rabbit so it could keep warm. Maybe this is why the Easter Bunny brings eggs to children on Easter.


Here is another legends regarding the Goddess Eostre/Ostara, Easter bunnies, and Easter eggs.


            (The Legend of Eostre) From Lady Day

      The Goddess Eostre had a special fondness for children.  They followed her wherever she went as she loved to sing and entertain them with magic. One day, while sitting in a garden with her young entourage, a lovely songbird fluttered down to sit on her hand.  She whispered a few  words, and the bird was transformed into her favorite animal, the rabbit. 
   
      This delighted the children, until they noticed that the rabbit was trembling with fear and anguish. That's when everyone realized how unhappy the rabbit was at this transformation as it could no longer sing nor soar into the sky. Instead, it had been changed into a mute, defenseless, unhappy creature, unable to defend itself against predators, be they animal or human. 



      The children begged Eostre to reverse the spell, but having broken the "as ye harm none, do as ye will" rule, she found her power diminished to a point where she was no longer able to do so.  The former bird must remain a rabbit for the most part of the year except at the onset of spring, when Eostre's power is at its height. Then the rabbit can return to its bird-form for a short while and lay its eggs. In celebration of its brief freedom and to reward the children who asked the Goddess to undo the spell, Eostre's rabbit carries its eggs to children throughout the world.

        To remind the world of her folly, Eostre herself etched the outline of a rabbit into the full moon, where you can see it facing left with its ears going back to the right.  Thus it soars safely against the sky, far removed from the perils that threaten it down here on Earth.



We welcome you Ostara,
goddesses of spring,
in the trees,
in the soil,
in the flowers,
in the rains,
and we are grateful
for your presence.

                                Patti Wigington