I’ve been reading the blog “Girl Meets Bulgaria” and some of her latest post have been about the rich traditions and heritage that exists in Bulgaria. (Go read them & come back)
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That idea started me thinking and when I commented on her post something came to me. All over the world you see these festivals for a holiday or a time of the year. They’re bright and cheerful and involve the community. People dress up in traditional costumes, there is dancing and music.
I live in Canada. We celebrate our past quietly. We have Canada Day on 1 July every year celebrating the Confederation of 1867 (we didn’t have a war of independence, we had a couple of skirmishes, a bar brawl, and then went over to England and gave Queen Victoria a set of well thought out & reasoned arguments for Her to give us self-governing – she agreed and here we are. Okay, not quiet that simple, but I’m not doing a history lesson, it’d take to long.)
Canada Day is a day for family BBQs and to maybe go out into a feild with a bunch of drunken revelers and ooh & ahh over fireworks for a few minutes.
The only other mass “festival” we have is Hallowe’en and I would challenge anyone to tell me the original meaning of Hallowe’en – and no, it’s not getting candy.
We are a society that lives for today, I very much doubt that anyone would know what to do if we, as a country, decided to celebrate May Day or if Mummers paraded through the streets.
So quietly we celebrate, behind closed doors the little parts of our past that we brought with us from centuries long ago and from distant shores.