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Who knew all this would happen afterwards! The winter garden in my living room.

Sunday, October 31, 2021

Happy Samhain/Halloween








(Not so) Brief History of Samhain and Halloween

October 30, 2017

October 31st – November 1st

The word Samhain in Gaeilge or Samhuinn/Samhainn in Scots Gaelic is pronounced sow-wen. Samhain means ‘November’ and likely stems from old Irish meaning ‘summer’s end’. It is also called Nos Galan-gaeaf or ‘Night of the Winter Calends’ in Welsh.


Introduction and History


Samhain marked the end of the lighter half of the year, the descent into darkness and thus was possibly considered a beginning to the year although that is speculative. Samhain, along with its opposite light festival Bealtaine, were considered the most magical of the celebrations as they signified the beginning of each, the dark (moon) and light (sun) halves of the year. Although the date has been referenced for what it is for many hundred years starting at sundown on October 31st, there are some folk references in the Irish Duchas Folk Library that say Samhain was celebrated the three days before as well as the three days after Samhain in times of old. Vegetation started dying, livestock were slaughtered and salted, food items were stocked away and death was literally in the air. The powers of decay and blight were ascending yet the promise of future triumphs were not to be forgotten. It was a time when the veil between this world and the Otherworld was thought to be at its very thinnest, more so than all the festivals. It was so thin in fact that the dead could return to the land of the living and likewise, some of the living, especially poets were able to enter the Otherworld more easily through journeying, possibly through the mounds and doorways of the SídheThe gods, goddesses of the land collectively known as the Sídhe or Aos Sí, “people of the mounds” or “guid people” were thought to be especially active. Witches, a descendent yet diminutive and demonized role of the druid, seer or herbalist in later times were also thought to have been more active. It’s easy to understand why this time of year was considered so unique as many describe autumn as having an intangible feeling of magic and nostalgia in the air. Samhain is the only celebration that 
doesn’t have substantial evidence of being associated with one specific god or goddess above all others however, many people speculate it could have been The Morrígan whose name means ‘great queen’ due to Samhain’s association to her cave Oweyngat in Ráth Cruachan. It may have also been associated with the great Cailleach, the winter hag goddess or of Angus Og or Crom Cruach, the primordial harvest god. Crom Cruach was also celebrated on Lughnasadh but a few mythological references take place near Samhain. Crom may have likely been a Christianized version representative of Balor of the Fomorians but with St. Patrick fulfilling the role of Lugh Lamhfada. In the Lebor Gabála Érenn, it was said that each year on the plain of Mag Cetne on Samhain, the Nemedians paid tribute to the Fomorians, the gods of darkness, by giving them “2/3 of their people and produce, including progeny, corn, wheat and milk.” (1)  The stories of Balor and Crom Cruach are at their core, stories about nature and the death that naturally occurs around us during the more harsh fall and winter seasons. Life is seemingly ‘sacrificed’ to be reabsorbed and become reborn and reanimated again in spring.

This various god and goddess symbolism makes sense considering the darker elements of the female personas of the Morrígan and the Cailleach and being associated with death, fate and land sovereignty. In Irish mythology, The Morrígan and the Dagda have ritual sex the week during Samhain to purportedly discuss the continuing prosperity, safety and well being of their tribe, the Tuatha Dé Danann. This coupling reminds us again of the marriage between the land goddess and the sun god, of which their fruits (child) would be sown not coincidentally nine months later at the harvest festival of Lughnasadh. This symbolic coupling was carried out in ritual form by the ancient kings of Ireland as well. Angus Og may have been associated due to the nature in which he discovered his one true love on Samhain. With the help from his parents, the Dagda and Bóinn, he rescues her, they shape shift into two swans and fly away together singing beautiful songs that could lull anyone to sleep that heard them in the Dream of Angus Og.  It was also suggested in the Lebor Gabála Érenn that the airbe drūad, or ‘druid’s fence’, an invisible screen which protected certain privileged persons against wounding in battle would not work on Samhain and also lended to further reasoning not to leave one’s house. (3) Quite a few mythological battles were fought on or near Samhain such as the famous Battle of Magh Tuireadh and the Battle of Samhain. The Druids lit their sacred signal fires on the Hill of Ward in County Meath for Samhain while they were lit for Bealtaine at Uisneach. The druid Mog Ruith and his daughter Tlachtga, were well known and associated with starting the fire for Samhain from the Hill of Ward, the sacred center of the druids and it was said that ‘No fires were permitted to be lighted in Ireland but those obtained from the Druids at May and November, who delivered their sacred fire to the people with great incantations. (4) Although speculative, it’s possible that in a descending fashion, other central fires were lit in each locale. As was tradition, each house may have cleaned their fireplace and rekindled a new one sourcing from their local ‘need fire’ during this night but symbolically, it was rekindled from the central fire started by a head druid. I should add in regards to this father and daughter pair that it’s thought they were possibly made diminutive from a solar deity and goddess. Christian writers depicted Tlachtga as a druidess who was raped by three sons after which she went on to produce three sons and died in the birthing process. She was buried at the Hill of Ward, previously called the Hill of Tlachtga.(5)

Art by Valentine Cameron Prinsep called At the First Touch of Winter, Summer Fades Away (1838 – 1904)

“In Ireland, there was an old common saying “The blessing of Bel, and the blessing of Samhain, be with you,” that is, of the sun and of the moon.” – Lady Wilde, Ancient Legends, Mystic Charms and Superstitions of Ireland

Additionally, Samhain plays a role in other famous Irish tales such as The Boyhood Deeds of Fionn as well as the tale of Midhir and Etain. The Mound of Hostages near the Hill of Tara is specifically aligned with the Samhain sunriseIn Wales, the king of fairies, Gwyn ap Nudd with his hounds was leader of the wild hunt and it was thought that he rode out on Samhain night bringing bad luck, havoc and possibly death to those who saw him, capturing and taking them down to the Underworld. This tale along with the Irish Dullahan were likely inspiration for the tale of the headless horseman. Alexander Carmichael wrote in the Carmina Gadelica 2 that ‘Samhainn… was one of the seasons when innumerable mystic rites are practiced.” In Scotland, there was a demon or goblin that was known to steal babies or commit atrocities on Samhainn night called the Samhanach, a derivative from the word itself.  Being that Samhain was possibly considered the beginning of the year as well as “thin” spiritually, divination may have been an important practice at this time. In the story of Fingin Mac Luchta of Munster, Ireland, he would visit a Druidess every Samhain who would relate all the future occurrences in the kingdom for the next twelve months. (6) In another reference to divination on Samhain, The Druid of Daithi went to the top of The Hill of the Druid, now Mullaroe in Sligo, and remained there all night from sundown until sunrise. When he woke and returned, he informed the king that the clouds had foretold he would conquer land in Alba, Britain and Gaul. (7) These are just two of many examples of divination occurring on or near Samhain by Druids or Druidesses. Quite a few herbal plants, trees or food items may have been associated with Samhain such as the apple, yew, aspen, corn, ivy, mugwort, mullein, hazel, wild garlic, elder, juniper, blackberry, rowan, vervain and oak to name just a few.


Irish Famine Memorial in Dublin, Ireland

Halloween is another celebration related to Samhain and a tradition that masses of Irish emigrants brought with them to America, particularly during the manufactured famine when millions of Irish became homeless, in addition to being starved and were forcibly made to leave or left out of desperation. It is estimated that over 9 million Irish emigrated, approximately half of which came to America between 1800 and 1930. Halloween was treasured enough that it would not be left behind and it wasn’t long before it gained traction as a mainstream family tradition in America. Although it has become bastardized through commercialization, the essence of Samhain is still there in the holiday’s roots. On Samhain night it was bad luck to go out of your home but if you did have to go, you had better wear a disguise to blend in with the evil spirits roaming about, which could have been as simple as a shirt over your head. In Ireland and Scotland, this would have been called ‘guising’ and dressing in costumes reminiscent of biddy boys, using straw, sheet coverings or their own creations. This evolved into dressing in full costume and going house to house to ask for an “offering” of candy which was in essence an act of pretending to be a ghost, spirit or witch that needed appeasing, lest you be tricked. Without a doubt, the most prominent symbols of Halloween are trick or treating, apples, turnips and Jack O’Lanterns. Originally, the Irish would have used turnips as offerings as well as to lay out milk. In Scotland, milk was also laid out for the cat-fiadhaich, Kellas cat or Cat Sith. (8) These were black cats thought to be witches that had the ability to turn into a cat nine times. Here, it was tradition again to leave an offering of milk in hopes the passing spirits would bless your home verses curse it if there were none. This may have also been where the folklore of a cat having nine lives as well as black cats being the familiars of witches originated from. (9) When Irish emigrants came to America, they transitioned to pumpkin carving simply because they were readily available here, bigger and easier to carve.

In the spirit of this being a time when nature was and is dying literally and allegorically, those that had passed away were honored as well and the festival was Christianized. Traditionally, an Irish feast called ‘dumb supper’ would be prepared and the family would leave a chair or multiple chairs out for their deceased loved ones who were thought to be visiting. They may have even fixed their deceased loved one’s favorite meal. Family may have frequented their ancestors grave sites and left offerings there as well. Funerals or ‘wakes’ were great social occasions and just as in ancient times, the deeds of loved ones are heralded and there is much love and commemoration during this time. The lives of our deceased ancestors continue to be honored and recognized at Samhain. This festival became the Christianized ‘All Saint’s Day’ which also commemorates important deceased figures. The essence of Samhain is one of honoring ancestors, retreating into the darker spaces and fears of our being, to reflect, rest and regain our courage and perseverance to withstand the coming winter and the darker elements of life. 



Sources
1. Macalister, Stewart, Lebor Gabála Érenn, Vol. 6 – Index, pg. 76.
3. Macalister, Stewart, Lebor Gabála Érenn, Vol. 4, p. 306.
4. Connellan, Owen, Annals of Ireland translated from The Original Irish of the Four Masters, Dublin, 1845, pg. 272.
5. Ellis, Peter Berresford, The Druids, London, pg. 94.
6. Ellis, Peter Berresford, The Druids, London, pg. 96.
7. Ellis, Peter Berresford, The Druids, London, pg. 224.
8. Francis, D. My Highland Kellas Cats. Johnathan Cape: London, 1993.
9. Thompson, F.G. A Scottish Bestiary: the Lore and Literature of Scottish Beasts. The Molendinar Press: Glasgow, 1978.
Cover art by Edward Frederick Brewtnall called A Visit to the Witch (1882)

Isla MacKinnon

Saturday, October 30, 2021

Sepia photos and tracing some history to Scotland and ...

 

Mary McCloud Bethune was born on July 10, 1875

She started a school for African-American girls with $1.50. The school bordered the town dump. Make-shift desks and chairs were made from discarded crates and boxes. There were five students at the time, and the students made ink for pens from elderberry juice and pencils from burned wood.
When the the local Ku Klux Klan heard about the school, they threatened to burn it down. There were reports that they waited outside the school, but she stood in the doorway, unwilling to back down or leave her school. Other stories say that she and her students started singing spirituals. The Ku Klux Klan eventually left.
Mary McLeod Bethune was born on July 10, 1875 in a log cabin on a cotton farm in South Carolina, the 15th of 17 children of former slaves. Most of her brothers and sisters were born into slavery; she was the first child born free. She started working in the fields by the age of 5.
This is a post from the Peace Page, with information compiled from historical sources online. The Peace Page encourages readers to learn more of the life of Mary McLeod Bethune online.
One day, she accompanied her mother, delivering “white people’s” wash. When she was given permission to enter the white children's nursery, she saw a book, which fascinated her. A white girl would quickly snatch the book from her hands, telling her she didn't know how to read. That's when Mary realized the only difference between white and black folk was the ability to read and write.
When she got the opportunity, McLeod attended a one-room black schoolhouse, walking five miles to and from the school. When she got home, she would teach her parents and siblings what she learned. She then got an opportunity to attend the Moody Bible Institute in 1895, becoming the first African American student to graduate from the school.
She decided then she would become a missionary, sharing what she learned. But, she would be informed that no one wanted or needed a black missionary.
Rather than give up her dreams, she decided more than ever that she would eventually teach.
Flash forward to 1904, when after moving to Florida, she started the Educational and Industrial Training School for Negro Girls, which initially had five girls aged six to twelve. With limited resources, she was determined to make the school a success, even when the Ku Klux Klan threatened her. But, eventually she received donations and support from the community, and the school grew to 30 girls by the end of the year.
Booker T. Washington would tell her of the importance of white benefactors to fund her school, so she started traveling and fundraising, receiving donations from John D. Rockefeller and establishing contacts with Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt.
Her little school would become even more successful after it merged with a private institute for African-American boys and became known as the Bethune-Cookman School. She was president of the college from 1923 to 1942, and 1946 to 1947, becoming one of the few women in the world to serve as a college president at that time.
After she found that one of her students needing medical care was denied the care she needed and was placed on an outside porch of the local white hospital instead of a room with a bed, she used her funding sources and connections to open the first black hospital in Daytona, Florida.
According to the Turning Point Suffragist Memorial Association, McLeod became "one of the 20th century’s most powerful and celebrated advocates for civil rights and suffrage", holding "prominent roles, including president, in the National Association of Colored Women (NACW). She also served as president of the Florida Federation of Colored Women’s Clubs, where she fought against school segregation and sought healthcare for black children. Under her leadership, the National Council of Negro Women (NCNW) was founded as a unifying voice for African American women’s organizations."
As chapter president of the Florida chapter of the National Association of Colored Women, she would become so well known for her work registering black voters that once again she received threats from the Ku Klux Klan. And, like before, she did not back down.
With her friendship with the Roosevelts, she would become appointed as a national adviser to president Roosevelt, becoming part of what was known as his Black Cabinet and advising him on concerns of black people and would be called the “First Lady of the Struggle”.
When she passed away on May 18, 1955, she was recognized across the country. One newspaper suggested "the story of her life should be taught to every school child for generations to come" and The New York Times noted she was, "one of the most potent factors in the growth of interracial goodwill in America."
In her own words before she died, she wrote:
"I leave you love. I leave you hope. I leave you the challenge of developing confidence in one another. I leave you a thirst for education. I leave you a respect for the use of power. I leave you faith. I leave you racial dignity. I leave you a desire to live harmoniously with your fellow men. I leave you a responsibility to our young people."
“If I have a legacy to leave my people, it is my philosophy of living and serving. I think I have spent my life well. I pray now that my philosophy may be helpful to those who share my vision of a world of Peace, Progress, Brotherhood, and Love.”
[Note: This was originally published on the Jon S. Randal Peace Page in 2019. You are welcome to share, but please do so via the Facebook share button which acknowledges the original author. Thank you.]

And as I've looked into my own ancestors' pasts...I found that I've a drop or two of Scottish blood...namely from Dugald and John MacDougall

This carving is the base of the memorial depicted below, out of focus.





In my Ancestry tree, WIlliam McElhany (1766-1815) of Pennsylvania, fought in the War of 1812, on the American side.

His memorial is in the Cheektowaga Historical Cemetery site. I posted about the cemetery before HERE..

Soldiers who died in the military hospital were buried in the cemetery on Aero Dr. which was located in Amherst until the New York State Thruway was built nearly 150 years later, when the cemetery became part of the Town of Cheektowaga.

Graves are not individuality marked, there are small white wooden cross's scattered throughout the cemetery.

Established: 1814 - 1815, aka Old Military Cemetery, aka Garrison Road Cemetery, aka Creek Road Cemetery .

Denomination: Military

Address & Location: Located on the south side of Aero Rd., between Transit Rd. and Wehrle Dr., west of Youngs Rd. (North of Buffalo International Airport). 

William McElhany's wife was Elizabeth Clark McNeal McElhany (1768-1849) and her ancestors included members of the families McNeal, McKorda, McKinney, and many a Scotch-Irish family.

One grandmother was Mary Sarah MacDougall, 1664-1725...who's lineage included MacLaughlin, Livingstone, Gillespie and her father, Alexander MacDougall.  He was the 21st Chief of Dunollie and of Lorn, (1635-1695) of Dunollich, Argyllshire, Scotland. He would be my 9th great grandfather.

I'm not quite sure how the monument connects to him...and will try to figure that out in the next few ventures into Ancestry. I know only that she was my 8 time great grandmother, among the immigrants from Scotland to Ireland.

In the meantime I wanted to share two serious looking ladies, all squeezed up in their fine attire, ready to walk somewhere with beautiful parasols.  I don't think I'm related, and don't even know their names.

Sharing with Sepia Saturday this week!

Also posted today to Three Family Trees blog.

Today's quote:

“It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hardly put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is the rust upon the blade. It is not the movement that destroys the machinery but the friction.” ~ Henry Ward Beecher


Friday, October 29, 2021

Halloween and pizza

 One of my favorite local pizza places is Pepperoni Pizza. Some of the servers know my order whenever I call it in...I am a regular customer!

I don't know who the artist is that they hire to do their windows, but I love the fun images, which are seasonal.




They now charge for deliveries, but a take out is easy for me, and I order by phone.

And here's another bouquet which I have to share with you! I remember at times I had nothing more to share than a bouquet. It may get that lean again sometime this winter. I have actually thought the dire thought of just going barefaced (aka no mask) and sitting in restaurants near unvacinated people, just to see how long before I'd catch the virus...but I'm not really suicidal, so don't plan to actually do this.




Today's quote:

“I’ve lived through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.” ~ Mark Twain



Thursday, October 28, 2021

Preparing for Halloween

 





And in thinking of our ancestors, part of the celebration of Halloween, I came across this which summarizes pretty well my sentiments.

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My grandmother came from a long line of New England Swaseys, so perhaps way back when (before the changes in spelling of their names) we might have been related to Patrick. I like to think so...



I do hope nobody (kids) messes up the cute arrangements at the various "Welcome to Black Mountain" signs.


Today's quote:

​​Sometimes an abyss opens between Tuesday and Wednesday but twenty-six years could pass in a moment. Time is not a straight line, it’s more of a labyrinth, and if you press close to the wall at the right place you can hear the hurrying steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walking past on the other side.

—Tomas Tranströmer
The Great Enigma

Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Altamont apple orchard

 







Though the majority of the trees are still green, we loved spotting the beautiful colors of fall shining in spots.







Our ears had popped a long time ago...since Black Mountain's elevation is around 2400 feet. The Parkway winds its way through the mountains, going up and down and around a lot!



That break in the vegetation didn't look wide enough to be a fire break...so maybe it's just a fire road.  Or something else?



After juggling around in another crowded parking lot...we went inside at the Altamont Apple Store.

We stood in line so I could buy a piece of home made apple pie.  It's so much better than any I can buy or make!!
It's fun to sit out on the balcony and look over the orchard.


There was a cute diorama, as well as explanations of which kinds of apples were grown where at the orchard. 


Today's quote:

Creativity -- like human life itself -- begins in darkness. We need to acknowledge this. All too often, we think only in terms of light: "And then the lightbulb went on and I got it!" It is true that insights may come to us as flashes. It is true that some of these flashes may be blinding. It is, however, also true that such bright ideas are preceded by a gestation period that is interior, murky, and completely necessary. -Julia Cameron, artist, author, teacher, filmmaker, composer, and journalist (b. 4 Mar 1948) 

Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Black Cats and flowers

 


Having had a beautiful black cat who lived over 14 years with me, I really love that someone made an appreciation day for the kind.  He had long hair which was sleek and soft. I don't really know which day this was posted on FaceBook, but I liked it.

He was officially my son's cat, who went off to college and thus I got to care for him of course.

(Not my cat...found on the internet!)

I made sure to keep him inside around Halloween, especially when I lived in an urban environment. I'd heard tales about some people using black cats in rituals for Satanism...and I didn't want to take any chances.


Another black cat, not mine! They are all over the FaceBook pages these days!

Our black cat was named after Captain Kirk on Star Trek...as the pronunciation would be by Dr. McCoy...Keptain was our cat's name. Well, that was the short version. "Keptain Kirk of the USS Kitty-pride" was the full version.

A preteen boy doeth have imagination!


Muffin and Keptain (the black)

And a bouquet to share, which has been bringing some fall cheer to my living room.





Today's quote:

May I be filled with compassion for myself and others.

 May I hold myself with care and respect. 
May I treasure my life.
 May I be filled with kindness.” 
 
Plant these loving thoughts, water these seeds of well-being, 
over and over until they take root in your heart and mind.
 ~ Jack Kornfield