Today is Mardi Gras, the last day of Carnival and the last day before the lent season begins tomorrow. I have the pleasure of welcoming back Diana Gordon with a contribution to Discovering Traditions, she is shedding some light on the Mardi Gras celebrations in New Orleans. Last time she was a guest on my blog she shared her Christmas Traditions. Last week Conny Kauffmann contributed to Discovering Traditions with a post on Karneval as it is celebrated in Cologne.
Discovering Traditions: Mardi Gras by Diana Gordon
We here in New Orleans start the Carnival season just after Christmas and New Years end. January 6 marks the Epiphany/Twelfth Night, which is the start of Carnival season and the lead up to Mardi Gras, the last big hurrah before Lent. From Epiphany to Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday), there’ll be parades and balls and costumes and king cake. Continue reading “Discovering Traditions: Mardi Gras by Diana Gordon”
Traditions are everywhere, every country, region, town, village, even family has a different way of celebrating or honouring their traditions.
On the 31st of December 2015, a new series of guest posts was started on my blog, with the first post being New Year’s Eve Celebration Soviet Style by Dr Gulara Vincent. It will hopefully be the first contribution of many, and was a beautiful ending for 2015, and a great opening for Discovering Traditions.
Today, I want to officially publish my call for participation. I am looking for numerous bloggers to share their traditions. The posts won’t go up on a specific day of the week, rather on or around the date that the tradition is observed (if there is a specific date of course). Continue reading “Traditions are everywhere!”
I have mentioned before, that in my family the Christmas tree is revealed on the 24th of December, this way it can be fully enjoyed during the twelve days of Christmas. Some people have the tradition to take it down on Epiphany after letting all the candles burn to the end, others, according to wikipedia, wait until the beginning of February to take down the tree.
On the 22nd or so, I saw someone put their Christmas tree into a tree bag outside of their house for pickup, a bit too early, and I have seen quite a few trees collected in the nearby park yesterday (some years as early as the morning of the 25th you can find out chucked out trees…). If we would do that, then we’d have either no tree at all, or get rid of it after too little time.
So today, on the 3rd day of Christmas I want to join in Hugh’s Photo Challenge: Week 8 – Charity Christmas Tree Topper Challenge by sharing what’s on top of the tree, but also what else you can found in the room dedicated to Christmas. Sorry for the quality of the pictures, the lighting was not optimal…
This angel sits atop the tree. If I recall correctly he was a present my paternal grandmother made for my parents. Over the years his face made from wax has lost it’s contours. When I was little, he was holding candles in his hands, but they melted with the heat from tree’s candles below.
Continue reading “Christmas Decorations… – Hugh’s Photo Challenge: Week 8 – Charity Christmas Tree Topper Challenge”
One Tradition After Another by Kerry K
December was always one full month of delicious food, seasonal scents, jingle bells, and sparkle. All month long, one tradition after another, each one better than the last.
My younger brother and I were born blind, the two youngest in a family of four. The surfaces of the chocolate advent calendars our grandparents would buy us were smooth and indistinguishable for the two of us, until my mother would open up each door and punch the braille dots necessary to label every day’s number to follow along. The red and green construction paper linked Christmas chain my brother had hanging up in his room was colourless to him, but I loved the pattern and my favourite holiday bright red, counting the days. Continue reading “Advent Calendar Day 20: One Tradition After Another by Kerry K”
Holidays are: food and family by Robin Rivera
My paternal grandmother made her own tortillas everyday. Although she died of breast cancer when I was only nine, the thing I remember best is her cooking, she kept us well-fed. But it wasn’t always that way, my father told stories about all the nights he went to bed hungry as a child. It must have killed my grandmother not to be able to feed her children. Maybe that was way she felt so committed to feeding her grandkids and to making everything we ate from scratch. Continue reading “Advent Calendar Day 19: Holidays are: food and family by Robin Rivera”