Tuesday, December 22, 2015

St. Nicholas, St. Swithin, Whatever



Years ago, I read a book about Jane Austen's Christmas celebrations, which were nowhere as elaborate as Christmas celebrations today. Somewhere in that book, the author hinted that Jane had written a poem that was something like the famous "Night Before Christmas." Since then, I have wondered about this poem and occasionally searched for it. Wouldn't it be great, I thought, if I could blog about this poem at Christmastime?

Well, I finally found said poem, and it has nothing to do with Christmas, or winter, or St. Nicolaus. It does, however, have a saint standing on a roof. The saint in question is St. Swithin, the patron saint of Winchester Cathedral, which was located near Austen's home and is also where she was laid to rest. According to legend, if it rained on St. Swithin's day (July 15), it was bound to rain for the next forty days.
She wrote this poem on July 15, 1817, two days before her death, and it just goes to show that Jane had a bit more spunk than most people gave her credit for. Here she was on her death bed, and she wrote a humorous poem about horse racing.

When Winchester races
When Winchester races first took their beginning
It is said the good people forgot their old Saint
Not applying at all for the leave of Saint Swithin
And that William of Wykeham’s approval was faint.

The races however were fixed and determined
The company came and the Weather was charming
The Lords and the Ladies were satine’d and ermined
And nobody saw any future alarming.–

But when the old Saint was informed of these doings
He made but one Spring from his Shrine to the Roof
Of the Palace which now lies so sadly in ruins
And then he addressed them all standing aloof.

‘Oh! subjects rebellious! Oh Venta* depraved
When once we are buried you think we are gone
But behold me immortal! By vice you’re enslaved
You have sinned and must suffer, ten farther he said

These races and revels and dissolute measures
With which you’re debasing a neighboring Plain
Let them stand–You shall meet with your curse in your pleasures
Set off for your course, I’ll pursue with my rain.
Ye cannot but know my command o’er July
Henceforward I’ll triumph in shewing my powers
Shift your race as you will it shall never be dry
The curse upon Venta is July in showers–‘.

*Venta is the old Roman name for Winchester.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Christ-Centered Gifts

Jesus Christ is my hero, and this Christmas I want to celebrate him. At the beginning of the year, I read a book by Emily Freeman, in which she described one Christmas when she had each of her children pick their favorite image of Christ for a present. The picture had to be one that strengthened their testimony in some way. I thought it was a good idea, so for everyone's birthday this year, we let them choose a picture of Christ to hang on the wall, as well as a fun present.
I wanted to share the pictures we chose:

My husband chose this Carl Bloch painting of the angel comforting Christ

My thirteen-year-old wanted a picture of the premortal Christ.
He chose this one by Robert T. Barrett. He sells his prints from his website,
and it was fun to contact him directly.
My ten-year-old chose this picture of Elijah and the priests of Baal that shows the power of God.
My youngest chose this painting of Jesus raising the daughter of Jairus by Simon Dewey.
I chose a Minerva Teichert painting of Jesus with the lost lamb.



My daughter chose a nativity painting by Rembrandt
My sixteen-year-old wants a picture of Jesus as a teenager.
This one is by Del Parson 
My 18 year old chose this Carl Bloch painting of Christ casting out Satan

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Signing Saturday!




December 5 starting at 10:00 a.m., I will be selling and signing books at Sorenson Unity Center's Winter Market (south east corner of 900 West and California Ave) in Salt Lake City, Utah.

Some of my fellow Austen authors will be there, as well as many local artists and crafters. I'm looking forward to doing a little shopping there myself.