Karen Cushman

Karen Cushman

Newbery award-winning children’s book author

Karen Cushman

An Elizabethan Christmas

So now is come our joyful’st feast,

Let every man be jolly.
Each room with ivy leaves is drest,

And every post with holly.
Though some churls at our mirth repine,
Round your foreheads garlands twine,

Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,

And let us all be merry.

(George Wither—16th c. poet)

Christmas gooseImagine a Christmas without a tree, colored lights, Santa Claus, presents, or Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. Even without these joys, the Elizabethan Christmas revels were the highpoint of the year. After the sad, solemn, sometimes violent reign of Mary Tudor, Englishmen were ready for gaiety. And Elizabeth, relieved to find herself queen and not martyr, marked her reign with joy, luxury, and extravagance. Her people, starting on Christmas Eve and culminating twelve days later on Twelfth Night, celebrated Christmas with gusto.
    Villagers and nobles alike decorated their homes with holly, ivy, yew, bay, laurelin fact, anything still green. A large log, the Yule log, was brought in and kept burning in the hearth throughout the twelve days of the holiday.
    Someone would be chosen as “The Lord of Misrule” and would be in charge of organizing the entertainment and revelry for the Twelve Days of Christmas. There would be dancing and play-acting and the singing of carols. Groups of girls and boys would go round their village or neighborhood with an empty drinking cup, begging for each house to fill it with spiced ale or cakes or a silver penny. It was bad luck to refuse.
    Food was the highlight of the celebration. Turkey had only been introduced into England from the Americas during the reign of Henry VIII and was relatively uncommon. Goose was more traditional. It is said that in 1588 Elizabeth I ordered the entire country to serve goose at their Christmas feast, since it was the first meal she had eaten following England’s victory over the Spanish. The very rich might serve peacock—skinned, cooked, and put back into its skin and feathers. The poor, of course, ate whatever they could.
    Other goodies included wild boar, minced meat pies, plum porridge, and a Christmas pie of birds’ tongues, eggs, sugar, lemon and orange peel, accompanied by a beer brewed especially for the occasion. During the Elizabethan age water was not considered fit to drink. Instead, beer was the staple drink for the majority of people, and it was common for country homes to house their own brewery. Mulled wine might also be served as well as syllabub (spiced milk with rum or wine) and lambswool, made by heating cider, sherry or ale, spices, and apples until the apples exploded into a foamy, white head.
    The last night of the Christmas celebrations was January 6, the Feast of the Epiphany, which commemorated the coming of the Three Kings. Twelfth Night festivities were often the grandest of the year, filled with balls and parties. A special cake would be baked and given out to members of the family and household. This cake would contain a bean and whoever found it would be pronounced King of the Bean.
    Whether or however you celebrate Christmas, I wish you great joy of the season and a splendid new year.

NCTE in Boston, Day Two

Signing books for Millard Fillmore School

I signed books at the Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH) booth, including one for the students at Millard Fillmore School. You can see Millard himself hanging out behind us.

 

 

 

 

 

Martinez Roser

Afterwards I celebrated with my panel folks: Kirby Larson and Barbara O’Connor and (pictured, left) our panel moderators, Miriam Martinez of UT San Antonio, and Nancy Roser of UT Austin. Miriam and Nancy did an amazing job of turning our vague mutterings about “place” and “world building” from a couple of years ago into Thursday’s multi-media panel. Thank you.

  

 

David Wiesner and Dinah StevensonThen followed a dinner given by HMH with a number of teachers, writers, and professors. At right are Dinah Stevenson, who has been my beloved editor for 20 years, and David Wiesner, the picture book king. We were at dinner for 5 (!) hours and enjoyed every minute.

Thanksgiving

Persimmons

My dear friend, Robbie, has once again sent us persimmons from her tree in California’s Central Valley. They will be our Thanksgiving centerpiece. 

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and not just because of pumpkin pie. I always have so much to be thankful for. I plan to have a splendid day and I hope you do, too.

NCTE in Boston, Day One

teachers at NCTE panel

Our panel, “Constructing and Inhabiting Story Worlds,” drew a room full of fabulous, interested teachers.

Barbara O'Connor

Barbara O’Connor spoke after me, and she was, as always, splendid.

Kirby Larson

And so was Kirby Larson, who gave us a taste of her brand new book, Duke.

Trick or Treat

What did one ghost say to the other? “Do you believe in people?” 

Happy Halloween. 

Some scholars believe Halloween is a descendant of the Celtic festival of Samhain, or summer’s end, when dead walked the land. Others think it purely Christian, the eve of All Saints, or All Hallow’s Day. No matter. If you celebrate Halloween, have fun. If, like me, you sit at home before the fire and read, go for it. May all your treats be happy ones and all your tricks benign.

Jack O'Lanterns

Thank you, Kurt Vonnegut

library“I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles.

“So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.”

― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

I’m ba-a-a-ck.

After a long, sometimes difficult summer, the rains are back and so am I.

Back yard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When it starts to rain, Otis spends a long time looking out at the backyard, trying to decide whether or not to lick the dirty water off the paving stones instead of drinking fresh, clean water from his bowl.

Otis looking outdoors 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The dirty water always wins. Go try and figure out a cat.

Lapping up water outdoors