Easter’s here! This is one of Christendom’s most popular holidays. Along with it come multicolored eggs, bunny rabbits, wee chicks, and Easter flowers. Christians celebrate it with new clothes and hats and attendance at church services as they commemorate the resurrection of Jesus Christ. A great many of their customs and legends though, are anything but Christian. They were appropriated from the pagans and have nothing whatsoever to do with Christianity.
The very name of Easter is thought to be from the Scandinavian Ostra and the Teutonic Ostern (Eastre). They were both goddesses of spring and fertility with a festival celebrated on the vernal equinox. The Easter Bunny, symbolizing fertility, and brightly colored eggs, are survivors of their festivals .
Every year along about this time folks on this side of the world start digging up the old Easter legends. One of my favorite ol’ chestnuts is The Legend of the Dogwood.
The dogwood tree was distressed by its dreadful mission and Jesus promised the tree that it would never grow tall again, but rather be slender and twisted so it could never be used as a cross again.
Legends have a way of growing. Stories are told and if they are interesting enough, they come to life as they walk through the population from mouth to mouth. Folks repeat them without verifying the truth of them. Soon, they become part of the fabric of our culture.
There’s no doubt that this particular legend is American in origin. The language and folk-myth stylization mark it as American. I can’t find any reference anywhere before the 20th century. There are some earlier allusions to the legend, but no real records have been unearthed. The Victoria Advocate, in Texas, ran it on Sunday, 18th April 1954 on page 3B.
The dogwood, particularly the one alluded to in the legend are indigenous to the United States, east of the Great Plains, as far north as Toronto. There are no dogwood trees in the Middle East. Never have been. The one who created this legend must’ve had a strange and odd imagination, or perhaps it was helped along by the use of some rather powerful drugs! Whatever the origin, I reckon it’s a heartwarming ol’ thing which may be the main reason it doesn’t appeal to me. Can’t abide all that hogwash!
Whatever your traditions or culture may be, celebrate the day in the way and for the reason that makes you happy. I think I may celebrate it by getting out in nature and showing Zeek some of the more beautiful undeveloped areas of northeast Alabama. What better homage could there be to the Creator than to admire the Creation? Happy Easter, everyone!
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