Showing posts with label Carnival Binche. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carnival Binche. Show all posts

29 Aug 2013

ORANGES AND ITS HISTORY

Jenny Matlock
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One day Mr. Pomelo and Mrs Mandarin married and the Orange was born and became a tree. In general, it is believed that sweet orange trees have originated in Southeast Asia, or southern China, and that they were first cultivated in China around 2500 BC.



This proves that even before Jesus Christ we had already products produced in China. Today we get them mostly in form of toys or textiles. 

In Europe, the orange was  introduced to Italy by the crusaders in the 11th century and were grown widely in the south for medicinal purposes, but the sweet orange was unknown until the late 15th century or the beginnings of the 16th century, when Italian and Portuguese merchants brought orange trees into the Mediterranean area. Shortly afterward, the sweet orange quickly was adopted as an edible fruit. It was considered a luxury item and wealthy people grew oranges in private conservatories, called orangeries. By 1646, the sweet orange was well known throughout Europe but only by the rich !

Spanish explorers introduced the sweet orange into the American continent.  Spanish missionaries brought orange trees to Arizona between 1707 and 1710 at least they did one healthy thing.

When Mr. G. and I compare our childhood, he in Italy had eaten oranges, figs, grapefruits, dates, pomegranates, etc, all things which I had never heard of as a child in Germany. I ate appels, pears, cherries, and berries.

I always remember the very first time I had eaten an orange. It was on a 6 December, at St.Nicholas when I found an orange together with sweets in my little boot I had put outside my room. I must have been 9 years old in 1952. It was something very special and hard to get in the after war times.

Of course that changed and from the 60th/70th on oranges became a common fruit just like an appel. Everybody today can afford to buy oranges. Even worse, Belgium's city Binche, (I wrote about it here ) is famous for its carnival where the "Gilles" march through the town with baskets of oranges.  .



These oranges are thrown to, and sometimes at, members of the crowd gathered to view the procession. The vigour and longevity of the orange-throwing event causes sometimes injuries, blue eyes and – some residents choose to seal windows so that they can't be broken. The oranges are considered good luck because they are a gift from the Gilles and it is an insult to throw them back.


11 Mar 2011

FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE



more participants at Susanne at Living to tell the Story.

1. When this week started I was like an overcharged battery still full of anger and I didn't know what to do with my energy ! Instead of buying a punching ball, I attacked the bathroom tiles as the ceiling had been repainted and the tiles looked dirty from top to bottom. Mr. G thought that after that cleaning I would fall into pieces but not at all ! I still felt ready for the punching ball.

2. The next day I thought over my energy problem, now it couldn't be my anger anymore and finally I found out what it was ! Rememeber my light therapy lamp which I had bought a month ago ? That must be the reason ! From being half dead and feeling empty, this lamp brought me up to 100000 volt ! For a month I had used it each day sitting besides it for an hour and now I am blown up with Vitamine D and energy. Therefore I installed the lamp in Mr. G's office so that he will be able to wash up a whole house after one month of treatment ! Honnestly I never thought it would be so efficient.

3. My painting class decided to go to Binche where each year a meanwhile very famous and special carnival takes place (I'll write about that next week).



Finally we were only four (my teacher sits besides me) the others had to keep their grandchildren and couldn't come, because there are school holidays and the parents work. (I didn't have this chance with my parents) The day started with a lot of laughter because while we were exchanging our mobile telephone numbers, we missed the train and had to wait for an hour for the next one ! Meanwhile we had a coffee together.


The 3 girls, one takes forces for the afternoon and in the background I discovered little cats ...

4.

There was a special train for the Carnival to Binche, which of course was fully packed everybody wanted to go to see the Carnival parade, people were even sitting on the floor, it was like an exodus ! We were very lucky our wagon was full of British students and when they saw us arriving laughing for I don't know what reason, they got up and we had 4 sitting places ! For once we grandmas were honnored. Speaking English I could translate and when we got off the train we already had our bellies aching because we had laughed so much with them and the other people in the wagon.



Walking from the station into the city center we saw a stall selling carnival stuff and amongst other things wigs,



my friend Micheline and I bought a wig, while Maggie our teacher prefered to be a cow girl. The third one had flowers in her hairs.



We met a the little cat group again and also had to pose for people on the street they wanted to take pictures of us. My orange wig had a lot of success and when I was sitting on a step, eating a typical sandwich with a huge black sausage with onions, people wanted to take a picture of me. I felt like Lady Gaga (Gaga means "doddering - geriatric" in English).



Meanwhile the "Gilles" had dressed up and joined the carnival procession



Mr. G. burst out in laughter when he saw me coming home, he tried the wig too but of course his head is much bigger probably because he has more brain.
It had been a real wonderful day !

5. To celebrate our after Carnival, I had invited them for the next day



one was missing, she had expected an electrician in the morning but as usual at 4 pm in the afternoon he still wasn't there ! Maggie had brought a special cake called "double face" I don't know for what reason in fact it was a delicious cheese cake. And of course we had to squeeze together on one sofa because Sir Arthur the cat occupied the second one with his full length and nobody wanted to disturb him !