{"id":2175,"date":"2010-10-31T07:59:24","date_gmt":"2010-10-30T18:59:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=2175"},"modified":"2010-10-31T08:14:30","modified_gmt":"2010-10-30T19:14:30","slug":"samhein-all-hallows-eve-halloween","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2010\/10\/31\/samhein-all-hallows-eve-halloween\/","title":{"rendered":"Samhein&#8212;All Hallows Eve&#8212;Halloween"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Halloween is one of those festivals that it always feels odd celebrating in New Zealand, given its very close association with the northern hemisphere&#8217;s seasonal cycles. Even the nature of contemporary celebration&#8212;dressing up in scary costumes, jack o&#8217; lanterns, trick-or-treating&#8212;are all activities that make more sense in the gathering dark of autumn evenings, rather than the long, light, early evening of late spring\/early summer in the southern hemisphere.<\/p>\n<p>The modern, secular festival of Halloween derives originally from the Celtic festival of Samhain, which was associated with harvest end and the passing of the year from summer into the dark and cold of winter. From what I have read, it also had elements of a &#8220;day of the dead,&#8221; when what more eastern traditions would describe as &#8220;the hungry ghosts&#8221; had to be placated with offerings of food. Once Christianity became the dominant religion, the 31 October\/1 November date for Samhain became the religious festival of All Hallows&#8217; Eve, or All Saints&#8217; Day, which formally commemorates all the Christain saints. The day after All Saints is All Souls, which remembers those who have died in the faith, but without achieving sainthood. (There are definite overlaps to the earlier Celtic\u00a0 tradition here. Even the bonfires of Guy Fawkes, a few days later, echo the bonfire tradition of Samhain &#8230;)<\/p>\n<p>But whether a harvest festival or a feast of the dead, it is hard to get into the spirit of Halloween on a clear spring evening with lilac, wisteria and the first poppies all blooming, and fresh green growth everywhere. Perhaps not surprisingly, therefore, I have always turned to story to get the Halloween experience, and because I don&#8217;t <em>really<\/em> care for horror movies, that pretty much means books. (OK, there&#8217;s <em><strong>Buffy<\/strong><\/em>, as well &#8230;)<\/p>\n<p>One of my all-time favorite Halloween stories is the Scottish tale of <em><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Tam_Lin\">Tam Lin<\/a>,<\/strong><\/em><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong>and my favourite retelling is found in Rosemary Sutcliff&#8217;s <strong><em>The Armourer&#8217;s House<\/em><\/strong> (Oxford Children&#8217;s Library, 1951), in the Chapter titled <em>&#8220;A Tale for Hallowe&#8217;en.&#8221;<\/em> Here&#8217;s a small sample to give you a feel for why, even though it&#8217;s very much a kids&#8217; retelling, I think it&#8217;s well worth a read.<\/p>\n<p><em> <\/em><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_2192\" style=\"width: 261px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><em><em><a href=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/etching_jaransor.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2192\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-2192\" title=\"etching_jaransor\" src=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/etching_jaransor-251x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"251\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/etching_jaransor-251x300.jpg 251w, https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/etching_jaransor-857x1024.jpg 857w, https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/etching_jaransor.jpg 1289w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 251px) 100vw, 251px\" \/><\/a><\/em><\/em><p id=\"caption-attachment-2192\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">by PJ Fitzpatrick<\/p><\/div>\n<p><em>&#8221; &#8230; Oh, but it was wild and lonely up there<\/em>, <em>with the larks singing in the wide skies, and the whaups crying, and the land dropping away from her feet to the blue hills of the Border Country. And all at once Janot was afraid, and just for a moment she thought that she would take the gold pin from her gown and leave it for a gift to the Fairy Kind, and go home quickly, as she had come. But she was not one to turn away from a thing because she was afraid; so she bent forward across the well-curb, and broke off a long wild-rose spray that arched above it. There were two pink blossoms upon the spray, and as she broke it off, the petals fell from one of them, as is the way of wild roses when their branch is shaken. She leaned forward to watch the five petals floating in the dark water, and there was her own face looking up at her from the depths&#8212;aye, and another face looking over her shoulder! A thin face it was, and dark enough to startle any maid.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>For the time that it might take your heart to beat twice, Janot never moved. Then she turned slowly from the well-curb, still holding the rose-switch in her hand. Close beside her on the green-sward stood a brave young gallant, clad all in green, from his close-fitting hose to his feathered bonnet. And oh, but he was bonny, despite his black hair and his wan, dark face; there was a cleft to his chin and a quirk to his eyebrow, and the eyes of him were bright and grey &#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8230; I am called Tam Lin,&#8221; said the young man, and, as he spoke, he doffed his bonnet to her so low that it swept the fern &#8230;&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>So that&#8217;s a very small sample of one of my favourite Halloween stories. What is yours? And why? I&#8217;d love for you to tell me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8212;<\/p>\n<pre>The etching in Jaransor, from <em>The Heir of Night,<\/em> from a series of images done by PJ Fitzpatrick\r\nwho drew the <em>Heir<\/em> map, but the \"feel\" also suits the description of Carterhaugh, a \"wild and\r\nlonely\" place.\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Halloween is one of those festivals that it always feels odd celebrating in New Zealand, given its very close association with the northern hemisphere&#8217;s seasonal cycles. Even the nature of contemporary celebration&#8212;dressing up in scary costumes, jack o&#8217; lanterns, trick-or-treating&#8212;are all activities that make more sense in the gathering dark of autumn evenings, rather than [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2175","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-funstuff"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2175","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2175"}],"version-history":[{"count":23,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2175\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2199,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2175\/revisions\/2199"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2175"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2175"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2175"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}