Thursday night we watched a beautiful sunset as we drove home from our usual Thursday flurry of Irish dance, sewing, music lessons, and ensemble rehearsal (during which we’d fallen in love with the arrangement of “Coventry Carol” we’re singing!).
As we pulled into the compound we saw some friends outside, decorating their bushes with glow-in-the-dark fluff that looked like cobwebs. Other houses had similar decor. We sighed, and then I laughed remembering a conversation with our Irish dance teacher earlier that morning.
“So what are you doing this weekend?”
“Nothing,” said Hannah.
“No, Reformation Day.” I corrected.
“What’s that?” asked Ms. Siobhan.
“Well… um…” Last week it had come up that she had been raised strict Catholic. Talk about awkward. “We don’t ‘do’ Halloween, so on October 31 we have a party and dress up like Bible characters or famous Christians.”
“Isn’t All Saints Day November first?”
“Yes… but we do it on the 31 because that was the day Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses… to the door of the Church in Wittenburg…”
So this is what we do, not Halloween. We do not celebrate a tradition that came from the superstition that on October 31 the boundary between the dead and living were blurred and spirits roamed the earth, and the Celts celebrated by dressing up in costumes.
We do many things on Reformation Night. Some are more goofy…
(Some of us are goofy as well!)
But not all.
We started off this time by singing “For All The Saints.”
Then we had everyone’s favorite part: guessing. So we still get the fun of dressing up, we pick famous Christians or Bible characters to dress up as – but we don’t tell anyone who we are.
Can you guess?
H. (No hints on this one. Just a question and his response… “Did you eat worms?” “Yes, I went on a diet of worms to get rid of this!” *points to ‘fat’*)
And yes, this is what Nate’s haircut yesterday was all about. He’s been wanting to shave his head for a long time now, and this was an excuse…
Bail O Dia Ort,