Another year flies bye, but for better or worse time marches on.
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Happy New Year ππ»π
Another year flies bye, but for better or worse time marches on.
Thank you for reading these posts and hopefully enjoying what i put here.
May you're new year be a great one.
Happy New Year ππ»π
We all know of Santa and his workshop of elves, but we're did this story come from what are the origins of the jolly fat man's helpers?
The modern elf folklore come from Norse/Scandinavian mythology, the Nisse or house gnome and the Γ‘lfar, also called huldufΓ³lk or hildafolk 'hidden folk'.
Sweden's gift giver before Santa was the Tomten and the Yule Goat though by 1891, the Good old St Nick had merged with Tomten, who was originally an elf or gnome like farm guardian (like the Nisse). following the work of Jenny NystrΓΆm, this new combination of old and new Christmas figures became the Jultomten.
In Nordic countries, Nisse are the closest thing you could consider as Christmas Elves even though nisse are not actually elves and they will usually only wear red instead of the green and red outfits that elves are known for in most western countries.
Several Norse legend were likely combined with other Scandinavian and Celtic legends and myths about these small magic beings.
All kinds of stories about elves, fairies nature spirits and even gnomes can be found from multiple regions through Europe there are also similar supernatural beings that could be connected to elves, such as kobolds or duende from Germany Mexico and South America or the Scottish house spirits called brownies. In Medieval Europe, elves were seen as tricksters and were often linked to demons especially after the christianization of Europe most things of a supernatural or otherworldly nature where considered evil.
The modern Christmas elf + working in Santa's workshop) appeared in literature as early as 1850 when Louisa May Alcott (Little Women ) completed, but never published a book called Christmas Elves.
Though a earlier reference to Christmas elf's can be found In the 1823 poem A Visit from St. Nicholas ( 'Twas the Night Before Christmas), by Clement Clarke Moore, Santa Claus himself is described in line 45: "He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf".
The image of the elves in the workshop was also popularized by Godey's Lady's Book, with a front cover illustration for its 1873 Christmas issue showing Santa surrounded by toys and elves with the caption "Here we have an idea of the preparations that are made to supply the young folks with toys at Christmas time".
During this time, Godey's was a very influential figure to the birth of some of our Christmas traditions, having shown the first widely circulated picture of a modern Christmas tree on the front cover of its 1850 Christmas issue. Additional recognition was also given in Austin Thompson's 1876 work "The House of Santa Claus, a Christmas Fairy Show (Christmas play) for Sunday Schools"
A few other versions of elf's or helpers are
Ded Moroz (father Frost / Grandfather Frost ) and his grand daughter Snegurochka (Frost Maiden) from Russia ⛄π
Knecht Ruprecht from Germany.π»π
The Hoesecker in Luxembourg.π¦
Zwarte Piet (Black Peter) In the Netherlands and Belgium who accompany Saint Nicholas on his global gift giving.π
And lastly the modern Christmas tradition involving that ever watchful snitch The Elf on the Shelf .π§♂️π
Hopefully none of you are on the naughty list, this year π
Have a great Christmas and happy New Year.
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Babushka lived in a small peasant village in Russia.
She always worked hard cleaning and keeping her house tidy; it was the cleanest house in the whole village. But Babushka’s talents didn’t stop there. Her garden was full of flowers and her cooking was fantastic.
One evening she was busy dusting and cleaning away, she was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t hear her neighbors outside talking about a bright new star in sky. She had heard about the star but thought it was a lot of fuss about a star. “I don’t have the time to look because I’m so behind with my work.” she said. “I must work all night!”
She missed the star as it shone in the sky, and she missed the little line of twinkling lights coming down towards the village at dawn. She didn’t hear the sounds of the pipes and drums playing music, and she missed her neighbors whispering in wonder at what the lights were.
And she finally missed when all the villagers went quiet, and didn’t hear when the sound of footsteps came up the path to her door. But she didn’t miss the loud knocking on her front door moments later! “What is that?” she wondered. When the door opened, Babushka’s mouth dropped in amazement.
There were three kings at her door with one of their servants! “My masters need a place to rest,” said the servant, “and yours is the best house in the village.” “You want to stay here?” asked Babushka. “Yes”, replied the servant. “It would only be until night falls and the star appears again.” Babushka was nervous, and gulped. “Come in, then.” she said.
As soon as they walked across the threshold, the three kings were delighted with all the food they saw: home-baked bread, pies and cakes. Babushka dashed about, serving them and offering the best of her hospitality, asking lots of questions.
“Have you come a long way?” Babushka asked. “A very long way”, sighed the first king, Caspar. “Where are you going?” she continued. “We’re following the new star”, said the second king, Melchior. “But where?”, Babushka wondered.
The three kings said they didn’t know, but they believed that the star would lead them to a new-born king, a King of Earth and Heaven. “Why don’t you come with us?” asked the third king, Balthazar. “You could bring him a gift like we do. I bring gold, and my colleagues bring spices and perfumes.”
“Oh”, said Babushka, “I’m not sure that he would welcome me” she said. “And what could I bring for a gift? Toys! I know I could bring a toy. I’ve got a cupboard full of toys.” she said sadly. “My baby son died when he was small.”
Balthazar stopped Babushka as she went to tidy the kitchen up. “This new king could be your king too. Come with us when the star appears tonight”, he said. “I’ll think about it”, sighed Babushka.
As the kings slept, Babushka tidied up as quietly as she could. “What a lot of extra work there was!” she thought, “and this new king, what a funny idea, to go off with the kings to find him.”
Babushka shook herself. There was no time for dreaming, all this washing-up and putting away had to be done. “Anyway,” she thought, “how long would she be away? What would she wear? What about the gift?” She sighed. “There is so much to do. The house will have to be cleaned when they’ve gone. I couldn’t just leave it.”
Suddenly it was night-time again and the star was in the sky. “Are you ready, Babushka?” asked Balthazar. “I’ll come tomorrow,” Babushka called, “I must just tidy here first and find a gift.”
The kings went away sadly. Babushka ran back into her house, keen to get on with her work. Finally, she went to the small cupboard, opened the door and gazed at all the toys. But they were very dusty. They weren’t fit for a baby king. Babushka decided that they would all need to be cleaned, and she polished all of the toys until each one shined.
Then Babushka looked through the window: it was morning! The star had came and gone. She knew the kings would have found somewhere else to rest by now, and that she could easily catch them up, but she felt so tired and soon she fell asleep.
The next thing Babushka knew, she was awake and it was dark outside. She had slept all day! Babushka quickly pulled on her cloak, packed the toys in a basket and ran down the road, the same way the kings had gone before her.
Everywhere she went, Babushka asked “Have you seen the kings?” “Oh yes,” everyone told her, “we saw them. They went that way”, as they pointed further down the road. Babushka followed the trail of the kings, as the villages got bigger and became towns. But Babushka never stopped, and soon she came to a city.
“The palace,” she thought. “That’s where the royal baby would be born.” But when Babushka got to the door, she was disappointed. ”No, there is no royal baby here,” said the palace guard when she asked him.
“What about three kings?” she asked. “Oh yes, they came here, but they didn’t stay long” said the doorman. “They were soon on their journey.” “But where to?” asked Babushka. “Bethlehem”, the doorman replied. “But I can’t imagine why. It’s a very poor place.”
Babushka set off towards Bethlehem, and by evening she had arrived and had been traveling for a long time. She went into the local inn and asked about the kings. “Oh yes,” said the landlord, “the kings were here two days ago. They were very excited, but they didn’t even stay the night.”
“And what about a baby?” Babushka asked. “Yes, there was a baby” said the landlord. “The kings asked about a baby, too.” When he saw the disappointment in Babushka’s eyes, he stopped. “If you’d like to see where the baby was,” he said quickly, “it was across the yard there. I couldn’t offer the couple anything better at the time. My inn was really full, so they had to go in the stable.”
Babushka followed him across the yard. “Here’s the stable.” he said, and left her. “Babushka?” Someone was calling her from the doorway. He looked kindly at her. She wondered if he knew where the family had gone. She knew now that the baby king was the most important thing in the world to her. “They have gone to Egypt, and safety,” he told her. “And the kings have returned to their countries. But one of them told me about you. I am sorry to tell you, but you are too late.”
Babushka was very sad that she had missed the baby. It is said that Babushka is still looking for Jesus today….
Baboushka and The Three Kings is a children's picture book written by Ruth Robbins, illustrated by Nicolas Sidjakov, and published by Parnassus Press in 1960
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Japan is full of fascinating legends and folklore, yokai, oni, fox spirit's and so much more.
Today's post is about a norther mountain dwelling creature called Namahage.
While the name namahage is unique to Akita Prefecture, very similar yΕkai are known by many different local names in neighboring regions: in Yamagata Prefecture they are known as amahage, in Ishikawa Prefecture they are known as amamehagi, and in Fukui Prefecture they are known as appossha. What they are called just depending on the region the story is being told,
They are Oni like yΕkai that live in the mountains along the northern coast of the Sea of Japan.
They look like oni, with bright red or blue skin, wild hair and eyes, large mouths full of sharp teeth, and usually have horns coming from their forehead.
They wear straw leggings and raincoats, and carry large blades.
Once a year, during koshΕgatsu the first full moon of the New Year the namahage come down from the mountains to scare villagers.
They go from door to door and brandishing their knives, saying things like, “Any bad kids here?”
They particularly enjoy scaring young children and new brides.
Despite their frightful appearance and behavior, they are actually well-meaning yΕkai.
They are sent down from the mountain as messengers of the gods to warn and chastise those who have been lazy or wicked.
The name namahage comes from another taunt the namahage use: “Have your blisters peeled yet?” In the cold winter months, a lazy person who spent all of his or her time in front of the fireplace would get blisters from being too close to the heat for too long.
Namomi is a regional name for these heat blisters, and hagu means to peel.
The combination of those words became namahage.
Today, the namahage play a major part in New Year’s festivities in Akita Prefecture (old Dewa Province).
Villagers dress up in straw raincoats and leggings, wear oni masks, and wield large knives. They go from house to house and play the part of namahage.
Residents visited by these namahage give presents such as mochi to their “guests,” while the namahage chastise kids and warn them to be good. Newlywed couples
are also harassed by these namahage.
They are expected to give an account of all of the evil deeds they did during their first year together, as well as serve sake and food to the namahage before sending them off.
Today we talk about the strange disappearance of Oliver Lerch.
In some versions the events take place on Christmas eve 1889.
others its December 24th 1890
There was also a news article detailing the events published in 1906.
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One cold night on December 24th of 1890, the Lyrch family was hosting there annual
Christmas gathering, aside from Mr and Mrs and their sons Jim and Oliver, other guest's included Oliver's girlfriend Lilian Hirsh the daughter of a prominent Chicago attorney as well as several other friends, extend family members and even Samuel Mallelieu the local reverend.
The party had continued until long after sunset, and by 10:00pm the large gathering had finished
the house's supply of fresh water.
At this point Oliver was asked by his father Tom Lerch to go and fetch some more from the
outside well.
Oliver made his way outside to get the water taking 2 buckets with him.
But within as little as five minutes after he had left the house, guests were startled by what they
believed to be screaming, and several guest including Hirsh and Mallelieu quickly made
there way outside too see what was going on.
Reverend Mallelieu would later go on to testify that as he ran outside, he could clearly hear Oliver's
voice screaming for help as he was apparently being carried off by whatever had taken him.
Mallelieu stated that he could see Oliver's footprints in the snow heading in a straight line
to the well and then just suddenly stopping just short of the well itself, with one of the buckets lying next to the tracks, but no clear sign of a struggle was visible the foot prints just stopped there.
But as the group gathered around searching of him, suddenly Olivers voice could be heard from
above shouting, "Help, Help it's got Me" followed by a loud scream.
The pleas for help seemed to be coming from the clouds above them, Oliver's cries for help could be
heard for several minutes afterwords, becoming fainter and fainter as whatever had him moved
further away until the crowed could no longer hear him.
The following morning a full search was organized, but no trace of Oliver was found.
The Lerch family was offering a $1,000 reward for information leading to his whereabouts, but
To this day it is unknown what became of him, or what entity carried him off, and the case
remains unsolved.
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This will by me last post for 2020!
I am truly thankful for all of you that read and hopefully enjoy my post's and
I hope to add a lot more entry's here in 2021 !
Thank you all, Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year!!!