I grew up with a Scottish mother who deplored anything Yorkshire and a father brought up by strict Methodists who almost crossed himself as he passed by a pub.😊
But the village was full of families that had kept the local carols going in their own homes so I heard school mates humming the tunes every winter. It never crossed my mind to ask about them. They were just there. It was only when I was an adult and I met someone who mentioned them as being unusual that I began to go and sing them myself.🙂
Here’s one for you called Stannington, sung by a group of six blokes from Worrall. Photos of modern day Stannington included at no extra cost. 😊
@pansyface - nowt to do with carols but vocabulary. The use of While instead of Until was also common in Cheshire when I was growing up there. Surprising what creeps back and forth over the Pennines
Here’s a carol which is still very popular in the village where I grew up, though not in many others. During the years around WWII it was sung by groups of men, mostly file makers (who sometimes worked at home - imagine the mess!) and who went from door to door carolling in the evenings.
At Christmas time in 1939 my Scottish mother was newly married, living in darkest Yorkshire, and completely unfamiliar with the local customs. My father spent some nights out on fire watching duty as our village was close to a large coking plant and a chemical works (nice place😕).
One night the carollers came round, but my father was out on duty. My mother heard the noise outside the door, believed it to be Germans, and locked and barricaded all the doors and windows. When my father came home he was completely unable to either enter the house or persuade my mother that we had not been invaded by the third reich.
Here is the carol that had such an impact. Sung here in a different village.
@pansyface - thank you so much for posting the recordings of the carols. Some were lovely (especially Curly Hark). Others are slightly more challenging....!
Particularly enjoying watching the films inside the pubs. All absolutely packed with people enjoying a beer, having lots of fun and keeping old traditions alive. Exactly what a good village pub is all about. I so want to be there!
Fingers firmly crossed the pubs will still be open to visit next year.
Heaven is ... sitting in the garden with a G&T and a cat while watching the sun go down
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I grew up with a Scottish mother who deplored anything Yorkshire and a father brought up by strict Methodists who almost crossed himself as he passed by a pub.😊
But the village was full of families that had kept the local carols going in their own homes so I heard school mates humming the tunes every winter. It never crossed my mind to ask about them. They were just there. It was only when I was an adult and I met someone who mentioned them as being unusual that I began to go and sing them myself.🙂
Here’s one for you called Stannington, sung by a group of six blokes from Worrall. Photos of modern day Stannington included at no extra cost. 😊
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3E4mx4CuQOA
Did you ask for “some spice” at the sweetshop? No idea why it was called spice round our way.
Don't know yet if there are any local Irish Christmas traditions... maybe next year we'll find out.
https://romaniadacia.wordpress.com/tag/traditii-craciun/
and at the end of it there are some photos of some other countries’ winter traditions, including Ireland. Watch out for these guys. 😊
https://www.sligoheritage.com/archwrenboys.htm
Not a good day to hang around and sing, if you are a wren.
At Christmas time in 1939 my Scottish mother was newly married, living in darkest Yorkshire, and completely unfamiliar with the local customs. My father spent some nights out on fire watching duty as our village was close to a large coking plant and a chemical works (nice place😕).
One night the carollers came round, but my father was out on duty. My mother heard the noise outside the door, believed it to be Germans, and locked and barricaded all the doors and windows. When my father came home he was completely unable to either enter the house or persuade my mother that we had not been invaded by the third reich.
Here is the carol that had such an impact. Sung here in a different village.
https://sounds.bl.uk/World-and-traditional-music/Bob-and-Jacqueline-Patten-Collection/025M-C1033X0327XX-2800V0
It was described as “ a Cornish carol”. Well, blow me down, I always thought it was a Sheffield one. Nice to know that it’s flourishing elsewhere.
It is, of course, While Shepherds Watched dressed up in a different garb.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=w0lWiJma7lM
Lots of strange talk of fainting on enchanted ground and finding bunches of pleasant grapes.
I bet it made the starched collars of the Oxford Movement’s followers curl.
But it has a very pretty symphony and is a popular carol in some pubs now.
https://sounds.bl.uk/World-and-traditional-music/Bob-and-Jacqueline-Patten-Collection/025M-C1033X0288XX-3300V0
Particularly enjoying watching the films inside the pubs. All absolutely packed with people enjoying a beer, having lots of fun and keeping old traditions alive. Exactly what a good village pub is all about. I so want to be there!
Fingers firmly crossed the pubs will still be open to visit next year.