Trying Again for Jolabokaflod by Eileen O'Finlan

 

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I have been fascinated with the Icelandic tradition of Jolabokaflod ever since I found out about it. Jolabokaflod roughly translates to "Christmas book flood|." Beginning during World War II, people in Iceland have been purchasing books from a catalog sent to every household in Mid-November. They give these books to friends and family. Gifts are opened on December 24th. According to tradition, the recipients start reading the books right away. A cozy Christmas Eve is spent with hot chocolate, a sweet treat or two, and a brand new book. It sounds like heaven to me.

Last year, I decided I would try my own version of Jolabokaflod by getting everything ready early and then spending the entire evening reading. Unfortunately, I did not plan well enough. I host Christmas dinner for a few family members at my house so a lot of Christmas Eve is spent cooking what I can ahead of time, cleaning, and playing Santa for my cat. (Yes, she's very, very spoiled.) I miscalculated how much time I would need and never got my long evening of reading.

I do try to learn from my mistakes, so this year I intend to do everything I can do ahead of time on December 23rd so that on Christmas Eve I can curl up in my favorite comfy chair next to the Christmas tree and indulge in my favorite pastime - reading. A couple of cookies, a mug of hot chocolate, and my cat lounging nearby will make my Jolabokaflod complete.

I will have to take time out to fill Autumn Amelia's stocking with catnip toys and place her special treats under the tree.  I don't mind, though, in fact I like doing that for her. She loves Christmas. Besides, she's my muse and the inspiration for one of the main characters in my Cat Tails series books, so she's earned it. After all, how could anyone deny Christmas joy to this face?

                           

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The origins of pantomime—Tricia McGill

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The earliest form of pantomime developed in the street markets and fairgrounds of Italy in the 16^th century. The Commedia del’arte had its comedy, stock characters and always stories of the old man, Pantalone, the clown Pierrot and Columbine, a girl in love with the servant Arlecchino (Harlequin). In the late 1700s an actor named Joseph Grimaldi took Harlequin to new heights, as the sets became more elaborate. 

By the Victorian era, the pantomime was typical Christmas fare and

saw the demise of the traditional Harlequinade. It became pure variety, plus comedy and music.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/articles/2JZ6TSqnd480n90dzN77r1Q/where-does-pantomime-really-come-from

I knew none of this when my mother took me along during the festive season to the local church hall or perhaps later on to the nearest music hall, where we would join in the fun. I think my mother probably enjoyed the show as much as me as it was likely she had little time or money earlier when bringing up the other nine children to enjoy the pleasure of a night out. How I loved those shows. It never occurred to me to question why a girl always played Aladdin or Cinderella’s ugly sisters were always a couple of middle aged male comedians. Audience participation was and still is a vital part of the pantomime.

 

One of my favourites was Dick Whittington, perhaps because I liked his cat who accompanied him on his search for the city paved with gold. I can still see him on that stage, sitting on the milestone outside London with his cat alongside him. Of course, I had no idea back then that this panto story is based on the life of a real Richard Whittington who went on to become a four times Lord Mayor of London. He was famous for financing projects such as drainage systems in the poorer areas of Medieval London. Folklore has it that he made a fortune by selling his cat to an Eastern gent who sent the cat back to his rat-infested empire, but that is one of those believe it or not stories probably with little truth in it.

Perhaps my love of panto stemmed from my love of reading. To see the characters I knew well come to life on the stage was magical.

It is believed that the British panto and the role reversal of principal boy and the Dame may have evolved from the Feast of Fools; a Tudor tradition presided over by the Lord of Misrule. Apparently, this feast was just an excuse for drinking to excess and the consequential revelry. Or, this festival may have originated from the Roman times where the master would allow his servants to take over his role as master throughout the festival.

Whatever or wherever it originated, pantomime is still alive and doing well. I guarantee that the settings and characters have improved a thousand-fold since those far off days, where my mother probably paid about sixpence or a shilling entrance fee, and we sat on hard benches in the draughty church hall and shouted along with the crowd, “Look behind you,” to a character on the stage who appeared oblivious to all that was going on at his rear.

I do hope that most of you have experienced a panto and have taken your children or grandchildren along to see at least one.

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