Tuesday, 25 November 2014

When Christmas Was Banned!



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Can you imagine the government of today suddenly announcing that Christmas is banned?  This is what happened during the rule of Oliver Cromwell.

In the late 1500's Phillip Stubbes, an English pamphleteer and Puritan wrote 'The Anatomie of Abuses in England' and in it commented, amongst other subjects, on Christmas.
More mischief is then committed than in all the year, what masking and mumming whereby robbery, whoredom, murder and whatnot is committed. What dicing and carding, what eating and drinking, what banqueting and feasting is then used more than in all the year besides to the great dishonour of God and impoverishing of the realm”

The 25th December in the time of the Stuarts was a public holiday. All places of work were closed, church services were held, presents were exchanged and there was drinking, singing, eating, stage plays and dancing. Afterwards for the next eleven days, masses were held, the working day was shorter and festivities culminated on Twelfth Night with a feast.
However by the mid 1500s England had broken away from the Catholic Church and had become Protestant. Christmas was a Catholic feast day and Protestant leaders began to reject Catholic feast days and Saints days. Some, such as John Calvin and John Knox preferred to only celebrate where it specifically said so in the Bible. The views of those Protestant leaders was that Christmas was a remnant of the Catholic Church and not wanted anymore. There was no mention in the Bible to celebrate on 25th December and no mention at all of spending the day eating and drinking too much. Their conclusion was there should be stricter observance of Sunday and Easter, Christmas and the Saints days should be banned
When Oliver Cromwell came to power in 1644 with his Puritan forces steps were taken to curb the excesses of Christmas. In Scotland football, snowballing and carol singing had already been banned in 1583 and so the same was tried in England as it was thought the celebration of Christmas was threatening core Christian beliefs. Any activity thought to be associated with celebrating Christmas was against the law, even going to church, though there is no sign Oliver Cromwell personally enforced this.
A new Directory of Public Worship was created by parliament with help from church ministers to reorganise worship. It would be the only form of worship allowed in England and Wales. Only if there was biblical justification could be a festival be held and since, up until the reign of Henry VIII England had been a Catholic country, to end all feast days and saints days meant there probably wasn’t much left.
In 1649 Cromwell had King Charles I executed and for the next four years England was ruled by Parliament. Then on 20 April 1653 Oliver Cromwell expelled Parliament and made himself Lord Protector.

Cromwell was a Puritan and Puritans frowned upon pointless enjoyment. They lived their lives according to the Bible and believed a person must work hard in order to get into Heaven. As a result of beliefs Cromwell ordered all playhouses to be shut, sport was banned, inns were closed and people found working on the Sabbath were put into the stocks. No swearing was allowed, colourful clothes were banned. Women wore long black dresses with white aprons and head dresses. There was no make up. Men also had to dress in black and have short hair.
By now Christmas was an ordinary working day, shops and markets were open and people were fined if they went to church. Soldiers even patrolled the streets in London seizing any food deemed to be for Christmas.
In 1656 legislation was passed that made Sunday a day of rest and also the Catholic element of Christmas, 'Mass', was replaced with 'tide'.
The banning of Christmas was incredibly unpopular with people who felt the government had no right to be interfering with their beliefs. Riots took place and lives were lost in places such as London and Norwich between those who supported Christmas and those who didn’t.
In 1660 the monarchy was restored and all legislation banning Christmas was dropped and people were free to celebrate Christmas again.
However even though people had secretly celebrated Christmas as best they could, or caused a public disturbance by rioting, people did eventually stop celebrating it altogether for fear of being fined. For around fifteen years Christmas was not celebrated. As a result traditions began to die out. There were no more Lords of Misrule, no singing in the streets, no feasting, houses could not be publicly decorated. The inns and theatres were closed so the mummers and carol singers had nowhere to call. No gifts were exchanged, no nativities. Just another day. Christmas really wouldn’t be celebrated again properly again until Victorian times.

Thursday, 13 November 2014

Cwmbran Co Star Newsletter - The Family Statue


From the December 2003 issue

Co Star Newsletter - Cwmbran Pub Crawl 1880s Style



This was one of the last articles I wrote for the Co Star newsletter. It was written after March 2005 as this was the date I changed my surname back to my maiden name of Lewis after my divorce.  Anything I wrote after this date was credited to Carol Ann Lewis and not Carol Wheeler.  
It was a fun piece to write, a lot of fiction thrown in but the pubs are all real.  People enjoyed reading it and told me so, which is always nice.  Poor old Ebenezer though, he's going to be walking around Cwmbran for eternity now they've knocked the Mill Tavern down.   :)

Cwmbran History in the CoStar Newsletter



The Co Star newsletters ran for about six years and were distributed around Cwmbran to homes, schools and other public places.  This article was written by myself in 2001.  It continued a series of general history of Cwmbran features.




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Christmas Past - Extracts from my book

Christmas Past


Mothers Night

Historian Bede wrote of Mothers Night in the year 725. In his book 'De temporum ratione' he described it as -
began the year on the 8th kalends of January when we celebrate the birth of the Lord. That very night, which we hold so sacred they used to call by the heathen word Modranecht, that is, Mothers Night, because (we suspect) of the ceremonies they enacted all that night”

It was the Germanic areas, Gaul, Italy, Spain and as far as Scotland that commemorated Mothers Night. Its roots were in the beliefs of the mother goddess, votive stones and altars set up to worship them. It honoured, for example the old Germanic Winter goddess, Holda. It was the night the year was born, when mothers who were-in spirit were remembered and asked for protection, healing, luck and wellbeing. When all children were in bed, their mother or grandmother would commit them to the protection of a goddess, ancestor or the female ancestral deities known as Disir. In Anglo Saxon times it was celebrated on Christmas Eve but its true date is the eve of the Winter Solstice and pagans still perform rituals for Mothers Night to this day.


Plygain

The origins of this Welsh early morning church service are probably pre reformation. The time of Plygain was in between dawn and eight on Christmas morning with High Mass at nine or ten o clock. People would stay up all night or get up very early to attend their parish church. Originally the service was only for men but later women took part as well. Carols would be sung, though they were banned by the Puritans.
A journal by Mrs Thrale of Duffryn, Clwyd written in 1774 shows the tradition didn’t die out as she describes singing and dancing to the harp until Plygain. Time was also spent playing outside by torchlight then when the men went off to church the women busied themselves decorating the house and making toffee.
There was of course no lighting in the church so people attended with candles. There, after prayers and a sermon, groups of carollers took over with no carol being sung more than once.
By the mid 1800s special Plygain candles were being made. With so many candles illuminating the congregation and the church itself it was only a matter of time before accidents happened and in 1770 one parish's Plygain was stopped after a man set fire to another parishioner's head. In 1812, the service was banned at St Thomas's Church, Neath due to the 'indecent behaviour of the persons attending there'
The Plygain tradition is still carried on today in Wales.


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Hanbury Park - Chapter One extract




didn't need to open my eyes to know I was in a hospital bed. I could smell the disinfectant and the cold fresh air gently caressing my face, hear the hushed whispers of concerned voices around me. “Look she’s waking up!” The pain, of a nurse or was it a doctor, ripping the bandage from around my wrist made me jump and moan. The stinging, tearing sensation made me want to cry out but I was so confused, so sleepy and dazed I couldn't even do that. I opened my eyes eventually. It was indeed a nurse, she took no notice of my shredded skin and the dried blood stuck to that bandage, her job was to change it and she did so as if I was a dummy with no feelings at all. Of course, I understood, she had to take care of it. Studying my wrist through still sleepy vision I was surprised, shocked even at the number of neat black stitches holding my hand on to it, but my concentration was interrupted. “Who did this to you?” a voice screeched making me jump again It could only be one person – Mam, looking like a reject from a horror movie with her wide green eyes and red wiry hair trying to escape in every direction from her head! She looked like she'd been running through a forest for a week, her face care worn, exhausted, the remnants of mascara rubbed across her eyes. “Who did it!” she demanded, clutching at the woollen blanket that covered my legs.
I knew she was traumatised, knew she needed to know. I opened my mouth to answer, but my throat felt dry and sore. I closed it again, stared bewildered at the sea of faces around me, relatives and friends, all pretty much in the same anguished state, waiting for me to reveal the criminal, but the truth was, I didn't know. I just wanted to cry but not even tears would come. My body wanted to shut down, escape back into the blackness of sleep where it was safe, where nothing hurt. My whole body hurt and ached from the terror it had endured.. “If you can remember anything,” said a policewoman from the back of the room “Let me know as soon as you’re able” The only response I could manage was a blank stare yet somehow I knew I had to communicate. I had to think. “Why am I here?” I asked myself “She needs rest!” the nurse snapped back at them all, breaking my concentration her glum chubby face fixed on her work. “Yes but as soon as she says who it was we could arrest him!” “You know it was a him then?” Mam screeched her voice piercing and loud, hurting my ears. “Or her” continued the policewoman I didn’t take much notice of her features, my vision was slightly blurred and I was so sleepy. “Didn’t they leave any evidence?” said another voice, one that I recognised, but couldn’t quite place “Only a footprint on the back door” Could’ve been anybody’s,” muttered another voice. “It was a size seven,” ventured the policewoman looking at me. But I didn’t feel like talking. How many people wore a size seven shoe! I wore a size seven shoe! Did I try to kill myself? I doubted it. I thought hard, I couldn’t begin to understand why I was here anyway, didn’t know anyone with that size shoe, well except for…. But I drifted off to sleep.



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