Showing posts with label Lost Traditions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lost Traditions. Show all posts

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

The Feast of Llamas

As everyone knows the start of August is traditionally the feast of Lammas.

 It is less well known that (between 1801 and 1816) in the village of Stourton at the start of every August, the local Lord of the Manor invited the villagers into his gardens. There they would feast on roast llama, wear llama masks, dance llama themed dances to llama themed music and watch llama races.

 This strange tradition ended when it was pointed out to the Lord of the Manor that he had a terrible ear for the local accent.

The festival had been repeated for so long because no-one had the heart to tell him that he had misheard and misinterpreted the Feast of Lammas in this way. They also really liked roast llama.

The village of Stourton does pay homage to this mistaken tradition still in their annual Lammas rite by baking  Llama’s bread and crowning the village Llama as Lord of the Manor and forcing the incumbent Lord of the Manor to  live in the Llama stable for a night in a llama mask made by local children.

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Arm yourselves! It's Sting-Nettle Day!

Stinging Nettle Plant
A Stinging Nettle - Yesterday (just before noon)
A strange Devonshire custom on the Third of May is "Sting Nettle Day".

On this day children would arm themselves with nettles and thrash each other and any passing strangers. They would stuff their pockets with dock leaves ready to administer relief to any stings as and when they occurred.

Some say that this yearly rite occurred because they were mean little ragamuffins, whilst others say it is a re-enactment of "The Nettle and the Dock" a now obscure folk tale.

The Nettle and the Dock

One day the Prince of Fools asked his servant to make him a coat that would make him aloof and untouchable. His servant Bright Peter, wearing dock leaf gloves, set about sewing the Prince a nettle coat. When it was ready the Prince of Fools put on the coat and was stung terribly from neck to waist. He railed at Bright Peter who said that it would only sting someone who was foolish. The Prince of Fools did not want to be seen as foolish and so stopped complaining but spent the rest of the day in the most terrible discomfort. 

The Prince of Fools stood as still as he could manage, for movement meant further stings, and tried to appear calm and proud of his terrible coat. As he stood there a beautiful maiden passed by. She was more beautiful than a perfect sunset and more lovely than the blossom in May. He asked her to come over and speak with him awhile. She obliged and they stood and talked in low tones, she smiling at him and he longing for her embrace. After some time had passed she told him she had to go. He reached out to give her a farewell embrace and as he engulfed her in his arms she screamed a deafening scream and ran from him, shouting curses, before throwing herself into a patch of dock leaf and rolling about in a frenzy.

The Prince of Fools was most upset and called his servant to his side. 
"This is your fault," he said. "You made this wretched coat."
"But sir," said Bright Peter. "You wanted to be aloof and untouchable."
The Prince of Fools shook his head and demanded that the coat be removed. Bright Peter obliged, ignoring the screams of pain as the coat brushed against the Prince's already tender skin.

Oh how tender his skin was! How red! How raw! How blistered! He cried out to Bright Peter for some respite from his pain. Bright Peter told him that the only way to cure this blight was to use the very venom that had caused it.
"Five hundred lashes should do it," he said.
The Prince of Fools nodded. And so it was that Bright Peter called the pretty maiden, the children of the village and all who had been wronged by the Prince of Fools, to gather up dock leaves for themselves and nettles for the prince.

And they spent the afternoon and evening whipping the unfortunate Prince whilst Bright Peter made him a new coat from dock leaves.

This tale appears to hint that the poor and common are in touch with the land whilst the rich, landed gentry do not understand its power. It is a theme that runs through folklore throughout the world as well as tales from the Commedia Dell Arte and medieval jongleurs.



Monday, 24 April 2017

Happy Saint Mark's Eve - Find out Who's Going to DIE!


Visit your local church at midnight tonight.
Follow the instructions above and start budgeting for flowers and sympathy cards!

Warning: If you see your own spirit it can result in your own immediate death. (On the plus side at least you got out of the house for a bit!)

Friday, 21 April 2017

Saint George's Day - Celebrate this Romano Greek Hero from Syria by Welcoming a Foreigner Today!


In 1416 the Church Council of England welcomed this legendary Turkish Saint to our shores as a beacon of tolerance and hope. It is worth pointing out that George was Romano Greek from Syria but it appears that the anonymous author was a little lazy in terms of their research. For your benefit here is an updated version of the poem.


Every April 23rd it was traditional for monasteries and households to welcome visitors from other lands. This lasted for many years and the people would celebrate the life and legacy of Saint George in the following ways:
1. Sharing food - the visitor and host would toil together in the kitchen preparing a dish from their native land to be shared together.
2. Sharing stories - after the meal the visitor and host would share a story or legend from their land.
3. Dancing - The visitor would teach the host a dance from their land and visa versa.
4. Differences and Similarities - The visitor and host would be expected to converse to discover commonalities and also unique differences in custom and ways of life. They would discuss family, friends, work, religion as well as details of the flora and fauna of the land.

At the end of the evening the host would pledge allegiance to the visitor and invite them to stay for as long as they wished. They would toast the visitor with this final chant.

“In the name of Saint George, the Turk, the Knight
Who died for strangers and friends alike
We welcome you as we welcomed him
Onto our shores as kith and kin
We welcome you as Our Lord would
To make our friendship strong and good.”