Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Poissons d'Avril and Fish...Happy Birthday to my Great-Grandfather 2nd April~!

Yesterday, (or if you're reading this from the US, today), it was (is) April Fool's Day! Happy April Fool's Day everyone! Not that this is a standard greeting one uses to acknowledge such a holiday, on the contrary, it's generally acknowledged that April Fool's Day is the day when jokes are played on one another, and if you had forgotten the date, you'll be quickly reminded if you happen to be the target of someone's merry pranking.

Here in France (read upcoming post on that new bit of news if you're not already aware...), as I was dropping my daughter off at school, we crossed the threshold of the classroom and were greeted by much happy noisemaking and found Sasha's teacher across the room covered with little pieces of paper. As she crossed the room to greet us, we could see that the little pieces of paper that covered her sweater had fish drawn on them...they were taped all over her! She was laughing and smiling, and the kids around her were busily laughing at the funny gifts to their teacher. She told us that today was "Poissons d'Avril"...of course that explained everything! In my mind I was quickly putting it together that today was April Fool's Day and this is how they celebrated it in France! Great!...so I communicated this to Sasha and went on my way. Poisson, by the way, is the French word for 'fish'.

Later, after Sasha had returned home, I heard more about the jolly mood of the day, then went to put E down for a nap. When I returned I found her cutting out little fish shaped pieces of paper with which she spent the rest of the afternoon trying to sneak (and tape) onto each of us! The trick, as far as my currently limited understanding has come to realize is to tape a fish to someone without them knowing it.

It was still later in the afternoon today that a series of emails between my mother, aunt and husband floated around regarding 'Poissons d'Avril' during which my husband pulled the following from Wikipedia:

"Poissons d'Avril is first mentioned in a 1508 poem written by Eloy d’Amerval, a French choirmaster and composer. The poem is titled Le livre de la deablerie. According to Wikipedia, it consists of “a dialogue between Satan and Lucifer, in which their nefarious plotting of future evil deeds is interrupted periodically by the author, who among other accounts of earthly and divine virtue, records useful information on contemporary musical practice.” (It seems that in 1508, Satan and Lucifer were two not one individual...)

The poem would only be of interest to historians of music, except that it includes the line, “maquereau infâme de maint homme et de mainte femme, poisson d’avril.”

The phrase “poisson d’avril” (April Fish) is the French term for an April Fool, but it is unclear whether d’Amerval’s use of the term referred to April 1st specifically. He might have intended the phrase simply to mean a foolish person.

In 1564 France reformed its calendar, moving the start of the year from the end of March to January 1. Those who failed to keep up with the change, who stubbornly clung to the old calendar system and continued to celebrate the New Year during the week that fell between March 25th and April 1st, had jokes played on them. Pranksters would surreptitiously stick paper fish to their backs. The victims of this prank were thus called Poisson d’Avril, or April Fish—which, to this day, remains the French term for April Fools—and so the tradition was born."

Paul then included this from the Irish press (on 1st April):

"The origin of April Fools' Day is obscure. One likely theory is that the modern holiday was first celebrated soon after the adoption of the Gregorian Calendar; the term referred to someone still adhering to the Julian Calendar, which it replaced. In many pre-Christian cultures May Day (May 1) was celebrated as the first day of summer, and signalled the start of the spring planting season. An April Fool was someone who did this prematurely. Another origin is that April 1 was counted the first day of the year in France. When King Charles IX changed that to January 1, some people stayed with April 1. Those who did were called "April Fools" and were taunted by their neighbors. In the eighteenth century the festival was often posited as going back to the times of Noah. An English newspaper article published on April 13th, 1789 said that the day had its origins when he sent the raven off too early, before the waters had receded. He did this on the first day of the Hebrew month that corresponds with April." (reference to come shortly)

...and so progressed this email exchange today, and now ends our broadened understanding of the varying traditions of an annual holiday the origins of which hardly anyone remembers. It was a fun day!

So here, at the end of the evening, by now the 2nd of April, as I closed my email to my mother, who reminded me it was way too late to be writing (yes, still up and will be heading to bed shortly...), she reminded me, that it's my maternal great-grandfather's birthday today!...born 128 years ago today!


Alfred Ernest Hefford...while I have never met him, my memory of him exists in the form of stories of told to me by my mother: How he was a marine biologist, how he loved to garden in his home in Wellington, New Zealand, how he spent 2 years in the 20's (?) in Bombay, India away from his family, doing marine research for the government of India, how he spent his career studying fish and how to manage fishing practices (and exports) in such a way so as to not deplete New Zealand's rich fish supply, how he became the Director of the Department of Fisheries in New Zealand and spent 20 years advocating for such practices. No fool by any stretch, I'm sure it's a fact that my great-grandfather loved fish and spent his career trying to ensure their longevity. Happy Birthday Great-Granddad!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Weekend in Dingle Bay!

A few weekends ago, at the tail end of a school holiday, we took off …to see what we could see…We squeezed ourselves into the mini (that’s a feat for five!) and drove 4 hours to Dingle Bay, a wonderful little resort town in the south west.. One of Paul’s friends and Vyro board member, Brendan, very generously offered up his holiday home for our use. What a treat! We promptly took him up on it and, by the days end, found ourselves in a fully stocked home-away-from-home.

In the morning, we readied ourselves for adventure. It started with fresh fish and chips (caught that morning!) and while I took Elijah home for a nap, Paul took the kids out on a little tour boat to meet the lone resident dolphin who had been living in the Bay for as far back as 20 years!


As the story goes, this dolphin, who is a HE, has been a bachelor all this time, and apparently over the years the town has offered up she-dolphins to expand the pack, but to no avail…he’s shown no interest. This has lead many to wonder….

Next morning, we drove up the road to Dingle Horse Riding, where Paul took Elijah and the big kids and I each took a horse back riding trip for an hour. What great fun! We drove up at 11am, where the young 20s-something riding instructor, Louise, had our horses all saddled and ready to go! I was excited, but couldn’t remember the last time I had actually sat on a horse, let alone ride it! Was I an old lady already, being anxious about something like that? Louise, set Joshua up on his horse, Fuschia.


He was happy enough. I don’t think any of us had ever really ridden a horse the way we were about to for the next hour. I had no way of knowing whether or not the horse was going to buck him off. It was one of those moments, where I had to trust and get on with the experience.

It was also interesting to note, as I watched Louise help Joshua get settled into his saddle, that we had signed no waiver, had not yet paid; we just got out of the car, walked over, found our riding boots and hat and climbed the horse. Welcome to Ireland!... the last frontier of trusting and non-litigious societies.

Then it was Sasha’s turn. Her horse was Blackie. Very excited to be there, Sasha climbed the horse and turned to wait for me.


While Louise was saddling her up, I climbed up onto my own horse, somewhat awkwardly, but…I made it up with some semblance of grace, I’d like to think, then was told that my horse was a lazy one. It was in that moment that any fear of my horse bolting off at a gallop uncontrollably –died away. Lazy horses don’t do that. Now I could enjoy myself. After a few directions we walked over to the staging area, circled a few times...and headed out on our hour-long ride.


Three young girls, whom I learned along the way traded stable help for riding time lead the way, followed by Joshua, Sasha then myself. Leading up the rear was Louise. As it turned out, the ride was calm, pleasant and just great fun! Louise turned out to be a very kind riding companion who, as we were following the trail along the base of a hill, which we shortly thereafter would turn right to ride to the top, as I was asking her about her background, it just so happened that the valley scene were passing off to the left at that moment, she pointed to saying, ‘see that house way off in the distance? That was my grandfather’s fathers house. My father was born in that house and my brother is now renovating it. I live in that house over there [pointing off to the left]; that’s where I grew up.’ It turns out that all the land off to our left was her family’s land! As she was telling me this, I was admiring the life this young girl had and wondered when it would occur to her what an amazing gift she had been handed; to live in such a gorgeous land and be so close to nature.


As we climbed the hill, Louise offered to take a few shots of us, then we climbed over to the other side of the hill and descended back down. As we came closer to the town, and our ride came to an end, we quickly noticed that our hour long ride passed literally within feet of the Brendan’s house! Had we known, we would have Paul standing out there with Elijah to welcome us back! It was a wonderful and unforgettable ride. We know we will return to Dingle again and again!