Please to not be harsh for my lateness in reply, and with the absence of brevity. I was in thought of only to add of my own words of this event, but realized that would have been in failure to fully describe of this great person and his impression made upon us.
We are a simply people, but, we try to make things complicated between us. In as much to our various dialects to further complicate our lives. Add to this, a religious separation between the Catholic South and our Protestant North. The term of {Unity} is far from truth.
As of Carnival, it is not quite so exercised in the North as south. But, it has a tendency to become quite very crazy. Whilst working in Bonn, I learnt the hard facts of Carnival in the office. The deadly hour beganst at of 11.11hr on 11 November. It is a ladies time. For they arrived wearing some out landish haten until the hour 10.00. Then out to the town square for a meeting with the entirety of the entire female population of Bonn. With the fellows, it was deadly, for at the whim of the lady population, they {ladies} would grab a fellow and plant a big kiss on him {bright lip stick and all}, a few of those kisses have a tendency to create the image of a clownish lout, very embarrassing and hell on the office shirt. The next nasty the nice ladies have in their inventory, was a sharp pair of shears, and that thing would snip off the fellows nice tie leaving a short reminder of what was once a nice tie. Yes, and the following lady would snip off the next partial remains of the tie, then the next and now no longer a tie.
Ok, that was only the beginning. For now the tie less fellow is marched into the close by establishment and was to pay for the drinks the ladies desired.
For the children, it is a fun event as described in the following.
www.associatedcontent.com/article/86178/st_martins_day_in_germany.htmlLanterns, Sweets and a Horse Named Shimmel
By Anna Burroughs
In Europe, St. Martin’s Day is the most popular of all saints’ days, especially with children. The arrival of St. Martin is celebrated by entire towns and his departure is a day of gifts and feasts.
The story told is that St. Martin of Tours was a Roman soldier born around 316 AD in Hungary. As a soldier, he rode with the Roman army. He and his soldiers were once at the gates of the city of Amiens during a terrible snowstorm when a freezing beggar appeared. Martin took his sword, cut his military cloak in half and gave it to the man. That night, Martin dreamed that Jesus was wearing the garment. During his dream, he heard Jesus tell the angels “Here is Martin, the Roman soldier who is not baptized, he has clad me.” When Martin woke his cloak was once again whole. He then turned to Christianity becoming baptized and eventually a monk, living many years in solitude. He was recognized for his kindness and a humble manner.
He was a modest man and when he was proposed to become Bishop of Tours, he hid in a barn to avoid the honor. A flock of geese gave his hiding place away with their gabbling and he was appointed Bishop. Today, the goose is associated with St. Martin and enjoyed during the feast of St. Martin in December.
The celebration of St. Martin has many seasonal correlations. It marks the end of the agrarian year, the beginning of harvesting, the start of carnival and the end of all souls period that starts November 1st on All Saints’ Day. The holiday began in France and then spread to Germany, Scandinavia and Eastern Europe.
In Germany, children prepare for the arrival of St. Martin by making paper lanterns. St. Martin arrives to towns at dusk on a big horse named Shimmel. All the children gather with their lit lanterns and parade through town behind him singing songs in his honor.
Ich geh mit meiner Laterne Und meine Laterne mit mir. Dort oben leuchten die Sterne,
Hier Unten, da leuchten wir. Mein Licht ist aus, Wir gehn nach Haus,
Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum!
“I’m coming with my lantern, and my lantern with me; There, over the light are the stars,
Here, under the light are we; My light is out, We’re going home.
Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum!”
A large bonfire burns at the procession’s end and children enjoy sweets while grown-ups drink hot mulled red wine with sugar. After a short while everyone disperses. The grown-ups return home and the children walk door to door with their lanterns, sing songs and are rewarded with treats or geld (money).
It is fabled that St. Martin stays until December 5th. On this night, children leave shoes near their fireplaces filled with hay and carrots for St. Martin’s horse. The next morning, if they have been good, they awake to find sweets and presents in place of the hay and carrots. This day, December 6th, is the feast of St. Martin and is celebrated at home with family, friends, feasts and festivities. Gifts are exchanged and the goose that gave St. Martin away becomes a traditional meal.
The anticipation of St. Martin’s arrival is an exciting time for children and the parade of lanterns is a beautiful seasonal celebration that marks the change of time and light. The hot mulled red wine is delicious and the celebration of St. Martin’s Day is a unique way to enjoy a German holiday tradition.
Charles