We spent the day in the British Museum.  This museum is too large to see in one day, even if you come at opening time and stay until closing time.  It’s also a lot of walking.  But we tried to see as much as we could, and I think we did see a lot of it.  And Rachel tried to hurry and not read every single sign.  There were a lot of signs she did not read!

There was the Egyptian room with the mummies and a Japan room, China room, Africa room, North America room, Europe room, Greek and Roman room, Middle Eastern room, etc.  Note: Some of these “rooms” are actually three or four or five galleries.  I was impressed by the three galleries of library.  King George III donated his library to the museum–well, actually it was his son donating it on his behalf after his death–minor detail.  The books there weren’t all his–there were books from other sources too I think.  And there were displays of stuffed birds and marble samples and medicines and fossils and all manner of stuff that an 18th or 19th century gentleman might have in his library.  Apparently libraries weren’t just a gentleman’s collection of books–they were also private museums, or could be.  It was really interesting.  But I was most impressed by the sheer number of books.  I’ve seen public libraries without that many books.  Imagine three large hall sized rooms lined with book shelves.  Half of the bookshelf space has books, the other half has displays.  Now imagine a second story with half the number of bookshelves (spaced alternately with large windows) but these are completely filled with books.  Isn’t that a lot of books?  I looked at the titles.  Most were in English, but some were in other languages.  I was also amazed at the sheer number of books that came in multi-volume sets.  Like the History of France–I think that one was over 20 volumes.  I had to wonder if King George III or the original owners of these books actually read them.  Or maybe they were like people nowadays and just wanted to look smart.  I don’t know.

After leaving the museum we wandered around for awhile and then found a church that was opened and decided to attend services.  We could have attended services at Westminster Abbey (evening service 6:30 p.m.), but Jeremy didn’t want to go to an Anglican Service, so we found a Baptist Church in an old 150 year old building, ironically rather “new” compared to some of the other buildings we’d been seeing.  It was a small congregation, and the service was rather liturgical and there was a woman minister–not something I’m rather used to.  But the people were nice.  We talked to them after the service.   They were glad to see us and had actually heard of Bahrain and were quite friendly.  It was nice getting a chance to chat with some of the locals.

We didn’t do much today since I wanted to sleep.  I’ve been under a lot of stress at work lately, and I’m exhausted.  Plus  it’s warm in my hotel room and cold outside.

We did the houses of parliament and big ben.  It was rather odd because we came out of the tube station and climbed the steps to street level and there right in front of us was a sort of back yard fenced in by high iron fence.  There was a building and as I followed the lines of the building up I realized what I was looking at–big ben!  I found if you stare at it while clouds are moving behind it, it looks like the clock is moving, not the clouds.  They’re doing some kind of construction work on the building–the entire short side next to the clock tower was covered in scaffolding.  The parliament building is also right on the river.  There’s a bridge you can stand on and look at it.  The side facing the river has a kind of outdoor cafe.  In warm weather members of parliament can sit outside and watch the river go by while enjoying a snack or lunch.  (I would say cup of tea, but they drink coffee a lot here too–I was informed by a local that they drink everything.)

The whole Parliament building is inside a high iron fence, so no going inside.  I think though, they do let people go inside to observe sessions of parliament, but according to the guide book we bought you have to arrange tickets through your local British embassy.  It wasn’t in session on a Saturday, though, so it didn’t matter anyway.  So we wandered around and saw Saint Margaret’s Church, the church of the House of Commons and Westminster Abbey.  We couldn’t go inside either one because both were closed for the day.  Maybe we’ll go back some time.  We also wandered around this park outside that had statues of parliamentarians.  I thought the old ones were a better workmanship than the newer, modern ones.  We also saw a statue of Nelson Mandela and Abraham Lincoln.  Who’d of thought Honest Abe was in London?

After this we wandered along a street and saw a lot of old buildings that had been the seats of government during the British Empire Days.  It looked like a lot of them were still being used as government office buildings.  Along the way we saw Downing Street.  It’s easy to recognize because it’s blocked off by a tall black iron fence, has policemen guarding it, and has tourists gawking around.  We were among those tourists for a bit.  I don’t know which of the buildings along that street is THE building–there were no house numbers visible.  But it was kind of interesting.  We saw a delivery vehicle arrive–apparently the prime minister was getting some new furniture.  We left shortly after that.  As I told Jeremy, we’ve seen vehicle inspections before–we’ve been in vehicle inspections before.

Shortly onward we saw another crowd of tourists.  It turned out the Horse Guards were doing their changing of the guard ceremony.  It was really hard to see as there were too many taller people in front of me and more pushing and shoving their way to the front all the time, but I did see a little.  What I saw looked like a uniform inspection.  Been there done that, too.  Never did it with a horse involved though.  They don’t stand at attention well like people can.  When the horses got bored they started tossing their heads.  They could have broke ranks but they didn’t.  They were well trained enough that they didn’t lift one hoof up until told to do so.

We also saw a street that called itself Scotland Yard.  It didn’t look remarkable though.  In fact it looked little more than an alley.  Don’t know if that’s the Scotland Yard of the board game, but I was remembering that game as we walked down that street.

We ended up in Trafalgar Square.  What we just finished, according to the guide book, is called the Whitehall Walking Tour, only we did it backwards, starting in Parliament Square instead of finishing there.

After this we walked on towards Piccadilly Circus, home of the Eros statue.  Turns out it’s just a cupid with bow and arrow, nothing erotic.  But one building behind the statue was covered in LCD screens.  The buildings to the left and right were old buildings which had obviously been there a hundred years or more and just as obviously the LCD building was the same, with the screens put over the stone facade.  This juxtaposition of old and new is everywhere in London.  If you want to get a picture of this, check out Jeremy’s facebook profile picture.  That picture was taken on the steps of the Eros statue in front of the LCD building in Piccadilly Circus.

After this we wandered into the West End and saw a show: Avenue Q.  The theater it is in is called Gielgud Theater, but I thought they were saying Guilded Theater, because the inside has a lot of decorative goldwork.  It’s a small theater but cozy and pretty and definitely old-fashioned with all those gold roses on the ceiling and the cherubs holding up the light fixtures on both balcony rails.

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And we also did a lot of walking and took in one of the shows on the west end.  Chinatown is right next to there.  We wondered into it before we realized where we were.

We flew into London and arrived around 9 p.m.  It was dark and cold.  Fortunately our hotel is quite close to the underground station, so we didn’t have far to walk.

The hotel is across the street from this seemingly endless row (all along the street) of victorian era row houses.  If you count the basement and attic they’re each 6 storeys tall but they’re only a bay window and a door (three regular sized windows) wide.  Wish I could see inside one.  Many have been converted into hotels or restaurants, but I think some are apartments.  I know why they’re called brownstones now.  A lot of them have brown or dark yellow colored brick on the outside on the upper storeys.  The basements are below street level but still have full sized bay windows.  They have a black iron railing around them, some with steps going down too.  I wonder what it was like when families used to live here.  You can just imagine the servants trooping up to the attic to sleep at night, weary after a full days work and of course going up and down all those stairs all day.  And looking up at the roof with a lot of the original chimneys still intact, I have new appreciation for how dangerous the job of chimney sweep was.  I looked up and up at the roof (some of the roof areas have railings now, but I think those railings didn’t used to exist), and I thought: they used to let kids–no require kids–to climb up and walk around up there.  Such a job was dangerous, sure, but better than starving to death.  Not sure how they cleaned out chimneys that could stretch six floors though.

Twelfth Night or Epiphany Eve is a festival in some branches of Christianity marking the coming of the Epiphany, concluding the Twelve Days of Christmas, and is defined by the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary as “the evening of the fifth of January, preceding Twelfth Day, the eve of the Epiphany, formerly the last day of the Christmas festivities and observed as a time of merrymaking”.^[1]

The celebration of Epiphany, the adoration of the Magi, is marked in some cultures by the exchange of gifts, and Twelfth Night, as the eve or vigil of Epiphany, takes on a similar significance to Christmas Eve.

Some people still celebrate these holidays.  There’s a person in my husband’s command whose family always exchanged gifts on January 6.

Wikipedia also says that “Twelfth Night marked the end of a winter festival that started on All Hallows Eve — now more commonly known as Halloween.”  I think things have pretty much come full circle.  It seems that more and more the Christmas season is earlier and earlier, at least judged by when Christmas decorations appear in the stores.  Doesn’t it sometimes seem to you like we’re expected to celebrate Christmas immediately after Halloween these days?

What about celebrating a day when everything is turned upside down, with everyone’s roles reversed?  Medieval people and ancient Europeans did just that.  I’ve already mentioned The Feast of Innocents on December 28–which commemorated when Herod killed the children of Bethlehem–where children’s and adults’ roles were reversed.

It seems they celebrated a similar holiday on January 5 called the Feast of Fools.  (Although Wikipedia says that “in the Middle Ages, particularly in France, the Feast of Fools was staged on or about the Feast of the Circumcision, January 1.)  The person “ruling” the feast and the festivities was called the Lord of Misrule.  Wikipedia has this to say:

The Lord of Misrule symbolizes the world turning upside down. On this day the King and all those who were high would become the peasants and vice versa. At the beginning of the twelfth night festival a cake which contained a bean was eaten. The person who found the bean would run the feast. Midnight signaled the end of his rule and the world would return to normal. The common theme was that the normal order of things was reversed. This Lord of Misrule tradition can be traced back^{[citation needed]} to pre-Christian European festivals such as the Celtic festival of Samhain and the Ancient Roman festival of Saturnalia.^{[neutrality disputed]}

Apparently this celebration could get quite wild and profane,leading to the Church banning it in 1431.  Considering this quote from Wikipedia: “The ceremonies often mocked the performance of the highest offices of the church, while other persons, dressed in different kinds of masks and disguises, engaged in songs and dances and practiced all manner of revelry within the church building” and how Carnival is celebrated today, I can just imagine.

Anybody want to revive the tradition?  Your boss could work for you for a change.

Please do click on the links above, at the very least the Twelfth Night, Feast of Fools, and Lord of Misrule links.  There’s a lot of interesting information there–more than I can put in one blog post.

And last but not least, here is the final installment of the “Twelve Days of Christmas” song I’ve been doing each day.  This song itself is a Twelfth Night tradition: it originated as a song sung as a game played at Twelfth night parties.  The leader would sing a verse and everyone else would copy.  He’d add a line each line, and everyone else had to remember what he’d sung or have to pay a penalty, such as “offering up a kiss or a sweet.^[1]“ That, at least, is the most common and accepted explanation of its origins.  Click on the song title above to go to the Wikipedia article and learn more.

So here it is, the last and final verse of this most famous Twelfth Night song on Twelfth Night:

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve lords a-leaping
(Eleven ladies dancing
Ten pipers piping
Nine drummers drumming
Eight maids a-milking
Seven swans a-swimming
Six geese a-laying
Five golden rings**
Four calling birds*
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree.)
* Note: Wikipedia says “calling birds” is a corruption of “colly birds” which are black birds.

** Wikipedia also assures me that golden rings does not refer to “jewelry but to ring-necked birds such as the ring-necked pheasant.”

Have a very merry Twelfth Night, Everyone.

This is also my 100th blog post. Congratulations to me! Jeremy says, “But there are only 77 comments.  Y’all need to work harder!”  I did 100 posts in 58 weeks.  Hmm…maybe I need to work harder too.  I would like to post at least twice if not at least three times each week this year.  I did reach a huge milestone: I posted to my blog every day in December.  I’d never actually done a whole month before.  .So that’s awesome.  How long until post 200?

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Eleven ladies dancing
(Ten pipers piping
Nine drummers drumming
Eight maids a-milking
Seven swans a-swimming
Six geese a-laying
Five golden rings**
Four calling birds*
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree.)

* Note: Wikipedia says “calling birds” is a corruption of “colly birds” which are black birds.

** Wikipedia also assures me that golden rings does not refer to “jewelry but to ring-necked birds such as the ring-necked pheasant.”

Here’s today’s verse from the song:

On the Tenth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Ten pipers piping
(Nine drummers drumming
Eight maids a-milking
Seven swans a-swimming
Six geese a-laying
Five golden rings**
Four calling birds*
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree.)

* Note: Wikipedia says “calling birds” is a corruption of “colly birds” which are black birds.

** Wikipedia also assures me that golden rings does not refer to “jewelry but to ring-necked birds such as the ring-necked pheasant.”

I never liked January 2nd for this reason.  But I don’t have to go back to work until Jan 4, Sunday.  (Our workweek is Sunday to Thursday.)  And I still feel like celebrating, so I’m going to continue this “Days of Christmas” theme until the end (Jan 6).

So here goes the latest installment:

On the Ninth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Nine drummers drumming
(Eight maids a-milking
Seven swans a-swimming
Six geese a-laying
Five golden rings**
Four calling birds*
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree.)

* Note: Wikipedia says “calling birds” is a corruption of “colly birds” which are black birds.

** Wikipedia also assures me that golden rings does not refer to “jewelry but to ring-necked birds such as the ring-necked pheasant.”

As mentioned, it is the Eighth Day of Christmas.  We are still in the period of time known as Christmastide.  And so it is still the holidays, and I will continue to do “days of Christmas” posts until Christmastide ends.

Along with the new year is also the start of the non-bird or “people” gifts in the famous “Twelve Days of Christmas” song.  Don’t you think it interesting that all the gifts on the days in December are birds and the ones in January are not?

Here’s the latest installment:

On the Eighth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eight maids a-milking
(Seven swans a-swimming
Six geese a-laying
Five golden rings**
Four calling birds*
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree.)

* Note: Wikipedia says “calling birds” is a corruption of “colly birds” which are black birds.

** Wikipedia also assures me that golden rings does not refer to “jewelry but to ring-necked birds such as the ring-necked pheasant.”

I hope all of you are having a blessed start to your new year.

I didn’t see the ball drop in New York.  I woke up too late to turn the TV on and watch it.  Yes, folks, around here the ball drops at 8:00 a.m., and I was asleep.  I woke up at 8:18 a.m., so was too late.  But I didn’t go to bed until almost 5:00 a.m., so that really wasn’t much sleep.

Anyway, Jeremy and I are celebrating quietly.  We went to church last night, and had a really good time both in the church service and in the feasting and fellowship afterwards.  It was real nice.  So I had a great New Year’s Eve, and am having a great New Year’s Day.

I hope you are too.

So after the party and feasting and fellowship, we’ll come home having rung in the New Year.  And then we’ll go to bed and maybe get up early to watch the ball drop in New York.  It’s due to drop at 8:00 a.m.  Then I might go back to bed.  But I might stay up to wish my family a Happy New Year at 9:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m.

I think it’s rather strange the idea of sleeping first and then watching the ball drop.  Back home everyone’s staying up late to watch it, and then they’ll sleep.  But then they’re not half way around the world where it will be broad daylight by the time the ball drops.  So, yes, around here you ring in the New Year, go to bed, and then get up to watch the ball drop.

It’s even stranger when the ball will drop before my family even has their New Year’s.  It will still be 2008 for them when the ball drops in New York, while it will have been 2009 for eight hours already for me.

And then you have to think that it’s been New Year’s already even longer for Japan and China, but still 2008 for several hours yet for Hawaii.  I haven’t done the math, but I wonder if it is 2009 for almost an entire day for some of the world before 2009 comes for all the world.  Yes, I know if you stand on either side of the International Date Line it is an entire day’s difference, but it’s water on either side.  I’m talking about land where people actually live.

It’s kind of strange when you think about it.  New Year’s Day starts on January 1 for everyone, but New Year’s Day doesn’t start at the same time for everyone.

Interesting, though weird.

So how are you spending your Christmas Eve?  I hope you’re spending it with friends or family.  Is your New Year’s before or after the ball drops. Will you be viewing it in person or on television?  Do you even care?

I wish you a Happy New Year, and I hope 2009 will be a wonderful year for you and better than 2008.