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Father’s Day

Earlier in the year I wrote about Mothering Sunday, so I thought that I should write about Father’s Day. My father always called it Dad’s Day, and the celebration wasn’t mentioned in church, so I assumed it was a less established celebration – perhaps conjured up by my dad! However having looked at the Internet I discovered that there are varying days dedicated to Fathers around the world, and that one of them dates back to the Middle Ages.

In the UK we celebrate Father’s Day on the 3rd Sunday in June, and actually we imported the idea from the US, where it was established in the early 20th century. When in the 1930s Australia adopted the idea of Father’s Day they chose the first Sunday in September, as this was away from other special days. While some northern countries, including Norway and Finland, chose the second Sunday in November.

First celebrated in 1919 former USSR countries celebrate Defender of the Fatherland Day, this is also known as Men’s Day, but also includes male and female members of the armed services. Russia celebrate this on 23rd February, while other countries celebrate it on varying dates.

The Catholic Church mark Saint Joseph’s Day on 19th March, and have used this day to celebrate fathers since the Middle Ages. A number of Catholic countries now celebrate Father’s Day on this date.

Concrete Dad letters for Father’s Day

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Hunt the Jumper

Hope you had a good Easter break. Did you get to participate in a Easter Egg Hunt. My grandchildren did. They had an Easter egg hunt at the holiday house we rented, then they joined in one at a National Trust property we visited, and I am fairly certain they would have had one at their own homes, and probably with their other grandparents.

Last Thursday Mr 4 years old and his little brother Mr 1 were spending the day with us. Their daddy bought them at 7.00 am, after a leisurely breakfast I was getting ready for a trip out and I couldn’t find Mr 1’s jumper, I hunted through the bag they had bought and found a grey jumper, I thought I had just mis-remembered what he had on.

The next day i get a message asking if we had Mr 1’s jumper. We hunted high and low and couldn’t find the jumper – although we did establish it had dinosaurs on – not the one from the bag.

We then get a message that Mr 4 says it is in the “darkness” and that they were playing “hide and seek jumpers”. The “darkness” is the bit under the stairs, in their own house it is very dark, in ours it is a smaller space and there was no jumper there. We then started searching again and Grandad found the jumper tucked under the seat of the ride on Mickey Mouse car.

I think maybe they had too much time hunting eggs!

BTW I also discovered they had used Mummy’s concrete creations as building blocks.

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Mothering Sunday

In the UK the fourth Sunday of Lent is called Mothering Sunday. Traditionally it was the day when children who had gone into domestic service (for example working as a kitchen maid) were given the Sunday off to visit their mothers and families. My mother went into domestic service at the age of 14, while she lived at home with her parents, I am sure a Sunday off was welcome.

This link to the Church is why the date of UK’s Mother’s Day moves and why it is at different time to Mother’s Day in the US and elsewhere. This year Mother’s Day is on Sunday 31st March.

My mum is no longer with us, but I was wondering what she would have liked – I think she would like a small bunch of flowers and a vase to put them in, such as this one from Gem’s Concrete Gems. She liked flowers, but she also liked having gifts she could keep.

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Baking Biscuits

This week I had chance to bake with some of the grandchildren. I thought both Mr 5 (years old) and Mr 4 would like to bake biscuits.

On Wednesday – while Ms 2 had her nap – Mr 5 and I followed a recipe for cheese biscuits.

Then on Thursday – while Mr 1 napped – Mr 4 and I made chocolate chip cookies.

Both sets of bakes tasted delicious and both boys enjoyed baking and eating the biscuits; as did their young siblings, cousins and grandparents.

But the experience highlighted to me the difference between UK and US English. I knew that what we in the UK call biscuits are called cookies in the US. What I didn’t know until Wednesday is that what in the US are called biscuits we in the UK would call scones!

The grandchildren’s bakes aren’t for sale – but Mr 4’s mummy has shops on nuMonday¬†and Etsy (but I don’t recommend eating concrete!)