Tuesday 10 November 2009

Reminiscing


 Celebrating St. Martin's Day

Each year, on the 11th November,  St. Martin’s Day is celebrated in Germany. It is a mix of Christian and pagan customs. While it is the day of a saint, it is also associated with the Roman Vinalia, a wine festival in honour of Bacchus. It is generally considered to be end of all harvest, including the late vines, and the beginning of winter.

First and foremost, during my childhood, St. Martin’s Day was a festival for children. Weeks before the day, we took stiff black paper, sheets of shiny, colourful transparent paper, glue, thin wire and all the wonderful artsy things, which we were not usually allowed to play with to school, where we were instructed in the magical art of lantern-making. We happily designed, drew and cut shapes and windows out of the stiff black paper. The red, green, gold, yellow, blue, scarlet sheets, and sheets of as many other colours as your parents were willing to purchase for you, became the “glass” for these cut-outs. A stiff piece of cardboard was used to provide the bottom for your lantern, while the top was left open, but held together with a wire with a loop in the top. A small tinfoil candleholder was securely glued to the middle of the cardboard bottom. The lantern was carried on the end of a thin, lightweight cane, which was furnished with a hook at one end, over which the loop was slipped.

It was an absolute matter of pride to have a good, sturdy and beautiful lantern; if you had managed to make one with recognizable shapes, perhaps even one to copy some of the stained glass windows in the church, you were a proud and happy child indeed. 




Legend has it that Martinus was a Roman soldier, born in Hungary, educated in Pavia, in Italy. On a bitter winter’s night, during a military campaign, he found himself in Amiens, France, astride his horse, a starving and freezing beggar on the ground in front of him.  Martinus drew his sword, cut his cloak in two and flung one half of it down to the cowering beggar.

The following night he dreamt that he saw Jesus wearing his cloak, saying to the angels,  "Here is Martin, the Roman soldier who is not baptized; he has clothed me." (Sulpicius,ch 2)

Martinus became a Christian at the age of 18; in 371 he became Bishop of Tours, in France. According to his legend, he was unwilling to become bishop. He hid in a stable filled with geese, whose noise betrayed him to the people coming to look for him. Perhaps that is the reason why goose is the festive fare traditionally eaten on his day.  Martin, the Bishop, is said to have led an exemplary life and to have done many good deeds.

Each year, on the Saint’s feast day, the beggar scene is re-enacted at the end of a long procession of children through German towns and villages. Children from all  local schools get together with their teachers and parents; men with flaming torches line the route of the procession,  the children carry their sparkling lanterns, the small candle inside now lit, singing traditional Martin’s songs, singing about the holy man on his white horse, the lights in the sky and the lantern lights in their hands. At the head of this procession rides St. Martin, always on a white horse, dressed in Roman costume, with a cloak fluttering about his shoulders; he leads the procession to the doors of the church where a huge Martin’s fire has been lit and where a beggar awaits him, crouching on the lowest step in the dark. away from the fire.

St Martin arrives at the head of his procession; the children spread out across the front of the church to watch him cut his cloak in two with a grand flourish, lean down from the saddle and hand the half-cloak to the beggar. Each procession goes about the play-acting at the end differently, using a different script for the short scene in front of the church, but always the beggar is invited to step closer to the fire and wrap himself in the good man’s gift.

It was a magical evening of walking in procession, carrying lights and singing old familiar songs, the flames of the big Martin’s fire strangely frightening and seductive at one and the same time and all of us pushing and shoving, craning our necks and listening intently; we did not want to miss a word of what was being said during the play;  after all, we believed every word was true. 

We children too received a gift to take home at the end of the evening: a cone-shaped paper bag filled with a few sweets and a piece of fruit; each bag always held a small sweet wheaten loaf in the shape of a man, with raisins for eyes and a white clay pipe stuck to the front.  Never did a piece of sweet bread taste better.




22 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed this Friko. Days of your childhood carefully intertwined with the story of St Martin. Excellent!

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  2. In our village we had lantern nights too with paper lanterns processd through the streets all made by local chidlren. No St Martin and no sweets but great fun! Thank you for telling us about St Martin!

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  3. That's really interesting. I love the picture of the lantern. Oh, for the days when I was charmed with such simple things! Being grown up is too complicated ...

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  4. This story really hits home somehow. does this still happen in Germany now as it did when you were a child?

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  5. As I said elsewhere - this brought back very sweet memories for me. My son still remembers those magical nights all those years ago.

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  6. You are a spellbinding storyteller, Friko. I had never heard before of the celebration of St. Martin. i like how it makes a powerful point abot sharing with those in need. And then the "gingerbread man" and sweets made me think of Christmas and the candle procession of the Easter Vigil. November 11--I'm going to tell my priest tomorrow. xxox

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  7. p.s. I love the stained glass lantern! Beautiful!

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  8. Friko, now I am again charmed by what you've written. Like Elizabethm, I wonder if this tradtion is still observed.

    I do hope so. Wonderful to have any opportunity to remind children, and adults, that sharing our riches is worthy.

    xo

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  9. Laterne, Laterne, Sonne, Mond und Sterne. Brenne hell mein Licht, nur meine liebe Laterne nicht.

    Ach...vielen lieben Dank für diesen Eintrag. Wäre dies hier keine 5Mio Stadt, könnte Stefan auch Laterne laufen - jetzt schläft er zum Glück tief und fest.
    Alles Gute für deinen Mittwoch.

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  10. Thank you for sharing the details of that holiday Friko. Very interesting. Funny how we don't hear much, if anything, of St. Martin here in North Am. Mind you, I'm very secular - so perhaps he is talked of in churches and I just don't know.

    Are childhood memories the sweetest? I enjoy hearing yours.

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  11. Forgot to mention how pretty the candle is/was. And 1st word in my last sentence was meant to be 'Aren't' . . . Typing too fast! :)

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  12. This was an excellent post. A bit of you and some information. I love it. I love your post. Can't get here every day. but love it when I do.
    QMM

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  13. What a wonderful festival. I love candles being used, but the stained glass lanterns would give them an additional beauty.

    St. Martin's Day is a lovely holiday. But you can keep your goose dinner. I had goose when I was a child and never wanted it again.

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  14. Love this story because I love traditions that can be traced back through time. And this one is particularly apt in this season of giving.

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  15. Thanks for reminding me of that story Friko.

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  16. What a charming post! I have never heard of this lovely tradition.

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  17. MartinH - thank you Martin, fir that

    her at home - where was that? not in the UK?

    Fran Hill - maybe preserving a bit of childlike enthusiasm would be good

    elizabethm - it certainly does

    Pondside - you"ll have to tell me about it, I'll be in touch

    Margaret - did you find out anything?

    Frances - as before, yes it does and is still the same old celebration it has always been

    robert - wie oft nimmst du Stefan mit nach Deutschland?

    Bonnie - secular people still celebrate St Martin feast, as somany church holidays

    QMM - thank you so much for your comment, I'm grateful

    Cloudia - Thank you too

    Darlene - yes, it is a lovely sight. No goose, not even at Christmas?

    Moannie - thanks you Moannie, it's a lovely story

    Twiglet - did you know it before?

    thelaughinghousewife - thank you for your comment

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  18. May I copy your Elderblogger button?
    QMM

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  19. Liebe Friko,
    das finde ich wunderbar, dass Du etwas über das Martinssingen, die Umzüge und Laternenbräuche erzählst.

    Ich geh mit meiner Laterne

    Ich geh mit meiner Laterne und meine Laterne mit mir.
    Dort oben leuchten die Sterne und unten, da leuchten wir.
    Der Hahn, der kräht, die Katz miaut.
    oder auch: Ein Lichtermeer zu Martins Ehr!
    Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum.

    Ich geh mit meiner Laterne und meine Laterne mit mir.
    Dort oben leuchten die Sterne und unten, da leuchten wir.
    Laternenlicht, verlösch mir nicht!
    Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum.

    beim nach Hause gehn

    Ich geh mit meiner Laterne und meine Laterne mit mir.
    Dort oben leuchten die Sterne und unten, da leuchten wir.
    Mein Licht ist aus, ich geh nach Haus.
    Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum.

    Wir haben als Kinder jedes Jahr Laternen gebastelt und noch heute ziehen die kleinen und größeren Kinder in diesen Tagen mit ihren Laternen singend durch die frühen Abende.

    Danke Dir für Deinen schönen Beitrag.

    ganz liebe Grüße aus Deiner alten Heimat
    Isabella

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  20. I'm so glad you wrote about this delightful custom. I knew you'd come up with something interesting for us to enjoy!

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