Sunday, July 14, 2013

The Norwegian Forest Cat by the Old Watermill





























Deep into the forest lies an old watermill, it is not a run down, but a very well maintained building. Someone lives here, but they are usually not showing up when people are passing by. They probably want peace and quiet like we do when we seek out into those quiet desolate places.


















I had been here by the old watermill at Fussingø many times in each season through the years but on a day
in June this year one of the inhabitants of the house was sitting outside the door -  a magnificent cat with a thick furry coat. The cat was looking through me with golden eyes like I was not existing -  looking across the yard down to the lake in a calm and dignified posture. I took a few shots, and the cat did not react in any way. What a proud, independent soul!


This was the Norwegian Forest cat, which is now a very popular breeding cat. Many myths and legends are attached to this pretty cat-creature.

The Danish born priest Peter Clausson Friis lived in Norway for many years; together with his priest work he was very occupied by nature - and he described the animals he met in the Norwegian nature. In 1559 he began writing about the lynx. He divided the lynx into three categories: wolf-lynx, fox-lynx and cat-lynx. It was later discovered that all three belonged to the same species, but what he called the cat-lynx might have been the Norwegian Forest cat. It is very likely since there are many similarities between the forest cat and  the Norwegian lynx. The most apparent is that they are both high-legged big cats with a big fur collar and hair upon the tip of the ears, the socalled tufse - and they both like water. The stories about swimming forest cats catching fish in lakes and rivers are numerous. The forest cat used exactly the same method as the Norwegian lynx. These similarities between the lynx and the forest cat have once and again caused that people have taken a great interest in the forest cat.

There are many cats in the Norwegian country settlements, but in the oral handovers and fairy tales the big longhaired cat is always mentioned. Because of its size and the lynx-like characteristica many people thought that it was a mix of dog and cat - or more commonly that this cat was a half lynx.



In the Norwegian fairy tales of Asbjørnsen and Moe the forest cat appears several times. It is called a *Huldrekat - and is described as a forest cat with a thick bushy tail. The fairy tales and the legends are not the only proofs of the big natural presence of the forest cat. In 1912 the Norwegian author Gabriel Scott wrote a very popular children's book called Sølvfax (Silver Fax).The main person is a forest cat called Sølvfax.

*Huldre is a forest spirit ( see wikipedia).

"Huldra's Nymphs" by Bernard Evans Ward (1909)
The Norwegian forest cat is adapted to survive Norway's cold weather. Its ancestors may include black and white shorthair cats, brought to Norway from Great Britain sometime after 1000 AD by the Vikings, and longhaired cats brought to Norway by crusaders. These cats could have reproduced with farm and feral stock and might have eventually evolved into the modern-day Norwegian Forest cat. The Siberian and the Turkish Angora longhaired cats from Russia and Turkey respectively, are also possible ancestors of the breed. Norse legends refer to the skogkatt as "a mountain dwelling fairy cat with an ability to climb sheer rock faces that other cats could not manage".

Many people believe that the ancestors of the Norwegian Forest cat served as mousers on Viking ships. The Norwegian Vikings had the forest cat as a domestic cat, and in their expeditions around the world they brought the forest cat with them on their ships. This should be the cause of the large numbers of half-wild longhaired cats in Normandy.

The forest cats lived in the Norwegian forests for many centuries, but were later prized for their hunting skills and were used on Norwegian farms. Norwegian Forest cats would continue acting as mousers on Norwegian farms until they were discovered in the early twentieth century by cat enthusiasts.


The Norwegian Forest cat is now a popular breeding cat in many countries. The cat has a quiet voice but can develop a loud voice if kept in a house wit a dog. They are friendly and intelligent and are good with people. They have a lot of energy and can be very demanding of attention. Those cats that live primarily outdoors become swift and effective hunters, but the breed can also adapt to indoor life. The cats usually live to be 14 to 16 years old. As they are heavy-boned and tall they require more food than most other domestic breeds. Males are considerably heavier and larger boned than females. There have been kidney and heart diseased reported in the breed. The breed has also been known to suffer from hip dysplasia which is a rare partially hereditary disease of the hip joint. The breed along with several other cat breeds can be poisoned by things that are considered safe to humans.

But no matter, I had a lovely meeting with a beautiful forest cat in the midst of the forest. I hope I'll see it again the next time I'll go there. 


source: Skovkattens historie, Dansk Skovkattering; wikipedia: den Norske Skovkat, den Europæiske Skovkat.  
photo Fussingø June 2013: grethe bachmann; 
photocopy "Huldra's Nymphs", wikipedia.




Sunday, June 23, 2013

Midsummernight and Witches in the 16th Century Scandinavia.


Bonfire in Denmark with witch-doll, wikipedia.



Bonfire in Finland, wikipedia.
This night is Midsummernight. It is still celebrated with bonfires all over the country. Often with a local-made and very creative witch-doll  upon a broomstick in the middle of the fire. There are celebrations with speeches and songs and grill-food, they are much different from the Midsummernights in the old days, but it is however easy to imagine some of the old pagan celebrations. In Denmark the midsummernight feast is mostly called Skt. Hans Fest; and the bonfire is Skt. Hans Bål. Not many wonder about that name, but Skt. Hans was John the Baptist, and the mix of John the Baptist and Midsummer night was a failed attempt of the Catholic church to connect the pagan midsummer night with a clerical feast, like the Pope and his bishops did with the other original feasts from antiquity in the first half of the year, but the Midsummer feast showed to be impossible to change.



Confessions from witches, Arras, France, Bibliothéque nationale, Paris.



















The midsummernight's feast was the most free among the ancient celebrations of nature. The church had succeeded in transferring and changing the pagan customs into clerical customs, but they could do nothing about the old Nordic midsummernight celebrations. The midsummer feast was a celebration of summer and an outburst of joy of what people had achieved this year. This nature feast kept its old prestige as the second grand festival of the year. There was a change when reformation arrived; the customs of the nature feast were called rests from the Cathloic period and was fought by the reformists as being "papistic".  But the midsummer feast did not suffer much in prestige - and it kept on being celebrated in the old-fashioned way. The reformators tried to freshen up the feast for John the Baptist in connection to the Midsummer Feast by demanding a solemn service in the church on the next day , but the church could not achieve any power over people's minds.

The popular midsummernight's  feast began with bonfire upon all hills at sunset. The fire had actually to be a "nødild" (emergency fire), it had to be made by rubbing two pieces of wood, this was not respected everywhere. This bonfire night was the most great event all year -  and it did outshine the similar event on Valborgsaften (Sct. Walpurgisnight). The evil and the good powers, working at Midsummer time, surpassed all other powers. There was power in the bonfires on that night.  Witches, trolls and elves, all were out that night, and invisible dragons flew through the air, corrupting everything which had not been secured with fire or steel. In the 19th century it was still known in North Zealand that the seed had got fire at a farm. "It is because you haven't bonfired!" said people to the farmer.

The midsummernight was the main feast of the witches. Everyone who was able to, had to go to the great meeting. Their transport was either a little devil, or a billy goat, a broom stick or an ovnrage ( a tool to remove ashes and embers from the oven). Up to the present in some districts in Denmark people still did hide the ovnrage to prevent the witches from using it. In Norway they drew a cross in the middle of the broom and then spit three times over it. Then they could let the broom stand outside their door, for the witches dared not touch it. In a few places in Jutland were examples that the witches had changed their servants into horses and used them for their transport to the meeting place. They rode out through the chimney of their house and then off in full gallop, some harmed their enemies on their way, but most of the witches flew along, high above the bonfires and the frightening steel. Both in Jutland and at the island Funen people usually secured their houses by putting rowan sticks or sweet gale bundles in doors, windows and peepholes in order to guard the flax, which the witches could easily destroy.


If someone wanted to witness the flight of the witches, he could put a green turf upon his head or sit down in the midnight hour at a cross road or under a harrow, which had its teeth downwards - or he could make a bonfire at the cross road of nine various hardwoods, but if a dead body had been brought along the same road, he could not do this.






The meeting place of the witches depended on which Nordic country they came from. The Swedish witches met usually at a small rocky island between Øland and Småland, called Blåkulla. It was notorious because of the dangerous sea around it. Seafarers avoided the cliff and dared not express its right name: Blåkulla. They just called it the Maid or the Virgin and tried to secure themselves by throwing women's jewelry into the sea by the island. An old legend told that when they did so from a ship, a voice sounded from the cliff, telling the crew to change the anchorage - and when they did so the ship was saved, while the other ships were wrecked.

The witches from Norway rode to Troms, it was the high mountain Trommen, facing the sea at the northside of the peninsula, not long from Finmarken. Other Norwegian witches went to the hign, sinister Lyderhorn, one of the seven fjelde (mountains) surrounding the town Bergen.



Gørding church, Ribe, Google Earth.
Vindblæs church, Mariager, Google Earth.



The Danish witches would either stay in Denmark - or they would go south or north in some local places, like in Gjørding church yard at Ribe, or in Ullemose  - or in some other meeting places, but the main part of the Danish witches went to Brocken or Bloksbjerg in Harzen. This was a main meeting place, but many witches preferred to go north, either to the mountain Hekla upon the (then Danish island) Iceland. Hekla was called  Hekkenfeld in the witch-connection. Or they went to Troms in Norway, which in Denmark was called Tromskirke. The witches from Jutland ,who went north, followed usually a special route, and they had a "praying place" at Vindblæs church south of Mariager Fjord. Many witches preferred to take the ferry across the fjord. If someone stood at the ferry place at Hadsund at midnight, he could - even though he wore no green turf upon his head - see them coming through the air , crying  "Heja, aboard, aboard!"  But he had to take care, for it was a dangerous place for him to be watching, he might be taken by the witches and used as a riding transport on their route to the north.


Hekla, S. Münster, Cosmographica universalis, Basel 1554.



frescoe in Sædinge church, Lolland copy J.Kornerup,National Museum.
The witches following the route from Skagen flew across Skagerak - and when they came to Norway they parted.  Some of the  most cautious witches flew across the country to Tromskirke, but the bold ones flew across the sea: "Hej !Hej! Fast! Fast!" across the foaming waves of the North Sea. The boldest witches made a turn around the Vestmanna Isles, but then they went along again in a screeching speed across country and sea, all the way up to Hekkenfeld at Iceland.  Here was the grandest castle of the devil with a direct access to Hell. Everyone in the 16th century knew that. Both scholar and layman. Everyone. Even in the middle of the 16th century Melanchton's son-in law, doctor Caspar Peucer gave a safe information about this. The terrible complaints of the condemned from devil's hell could be heard miles away . Many generations knew what was happening, and they could feel and hear every time when there was a battle or a bloody deed in a far away place. A howling and crying and a scary noise were heard from inside the mountain. Only black crows and gejrfugle (great auks) dared to fly around this place, they were doomed spirits who had to come and stay there. But  else the mountain was a desolate and abandoned place. A terrible and haunted  place, feared by everyone.

Fandens Oldemor ( Devil's great-grandmother) Under pulpit Vejlø church, Zealand



But upon an  occassion like this meeting everything looked different. There had been cleaned and sweeped and decorated and ligthed for feast, and the devil himself stood at the door, welcoming each guest. He bid them courteously to kiss his behind. Inside was the Mrs. of the house, Fandens Oldemor ( the devil-s great-grandmother, she saluted everyone. She was according to descriptions and images a very stately woman in her best age. A picture of her, which in the 17th century was set up in a church at Zealand, where she carries a pulpit, is quite similar to this perception. Both she and her great-grandson had the ability to be at more places than one at the same time, so they were both present in Tromskirke, Hekkenfeld, Bloksbjerg and in all the other middle stations.


As the witches arrived at the meeting place, they delivered their gifts: food, torn flax and alike. The first-visiting witches had to write their names with their blood in a book, and when they had done this, the entertainment began, mostly dancing, where the devil lead on and often was playing his fiddle. Sometimes the dancing was around a May pole. Afterwards they went to the table for a splendid evening meal. The devil brought the chief witch to the table, his great-grandmother preferred the finest male person. Each witch had a devil as a her table cavallier. The tone was very frivole, and  beer and wine were flowing. At Blåkulla they enjoyed themselves by producing some strong snaps. The devil finished the feast by caressing each witch with an embrace so wild and violent, but wonderful that it was both pain and joy -  and never forgotten.

Dance around the Tree, confession from witches, Arras, France, Bibliothéque nationale, Paris.









Various people in the 16th century had witnessed such meetings. In the year 1549 Eline Mørk in Kornerup at Zealand attended the meeting at Ullemose. The participants got together in "the name of the 7000 devils" and came "from all corners". The devil himself was present as the chieftain. The party was mostly a drinking party. They were sitting by the table, the upper places were the most popular - and ten till twelve barrels of beer were drunk.

In the end of the century Johanne Jenses from Nakkebølle at Funen attended the feast at Bloksbjerg twice. She stayed down there for only one hour; she rode both back and forth upon her little devil "Allebast". Upon the mountain she met many acquaintances, among others the aristocratic lady Christence Axelsdatter Kruckow, also from Nakkebølle. The Danish participants brought a musician, and they held each other's hands two and two and were dancing. The devil gave them enough wine. When they began to dance, three or four fell over, and Johanne said to the party:" Now we were surely revealed"!"

A boy had witnessed the meeting at Gjørding churchyard near Ribe. He put a green turf upon his head and sneaked unseen by the witches on Midsummernight into the churchyard. Here he saw the strange dance of the witches around "Old Erik" in the middle. But while he was looking, a woman came close to him, and when he jumped aside he lost the green turf. The witches discovered him at once and rushed after him - and if the priest had not saved him outside the gate, the witches would have taken him.



At the table with the devil and his great-grandmother, confessions from the witch-process,Arras, France

An informative testimony about the events at Blåkulla was given by a Swedish woman, Ingeborg Bogesdatter in Högnalöff, who had been at Blåkulla shortly before 1618. She knew and belonged to the initiates. This was told by the Mestermanden (executioner) from Jönköbing when he saw her, and it was all proved to be true. "If she is a witch", he said, "then she has got a mark upon her breast or shoulder, showing that the devil has suckled her. Besides she cannot sink in water". She was undressed to the court, and it was quite true. Between her shoulders was a red teat as big as a sow's teat, and when she was submerged in water, she was lighter than any goose. The Mestermand pushed her down twice, but she came up to the surface at once, which was witnessed by the jurors and over a hundred people.She did not even get water into mouth, nose or ears -  and she was dry as soon as she came up. When she came up from the water, she confessed quite "willingly" that she had once been at Blåkulla. She rode through the air upon a calf, which she had given a bewitched bridle in its mouth When she came to Blåkulla there was a banquet with large silver jars, wooden jars and other accessories. Her master, the devil, was there, big and black with horns in his forehead and long sharp claws upon his hands. He was sitting in the high seat with the finest witch by his side, after those two fine people came other devils and witches along the table; they were all kissing and embracing and making deals, and afterwards they were fighting. When this had finished, each witch got a fief, and she was given leave. Ingeborg's devil was named Lazarus, and she had got a fief of three farms in Högnalöff village, which all had to give her taxes.
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The devil embraces witch from Mora, Dalarne, Sweden, aft. etching Gravenhag 1670.
The fear of the witches and what they might do in this night surpassed the fear of other supernatural creatures  - and yet on this night there was an opportunity to be convinced about the existence and power of these creatures, although they also made themselves known on other festive evenings. But they were certainly mostly known on midsummernight. People who were gathering by the bonfires were taken in by these impressions. A few steps along the lonely path across the meadow, feeling the clammy cold in the forest plain, meeting a random veil of mist, this was enough to remind someone about everything scary and frightening they had heard about these supernatural creatures.



Postscript:
The material from the 16th century is interesting and show us a very different way of life than we live today. The socalled  Middle Ages must have been a frightening time to live in, especially for women. It would be easy for someone to accuse a woman of being a witch. " My child is sick - she has sent us evil eyes. She must surely be a witch."  A wise woman who was some kind of healer with herbs or with her knowledge would really be in danger . 
The drawings  from Arras in France show what the "witches" had confessed under torture during the witchprocess in Arras.
The frescoes in the church and the image of the devil's great-grandmother show people's fear. To us the devil's great-grandmother is a somewhat comic figure, but she infused a terrible fear into people at that time. They believed that they would meet her and her scary great-grandson if they were sent to hell. So they had to behave well, while they were living here on earth. Thus you kept people down.
GB

Source: 
Projekt Runeberg, Dagligt liv i Norden i det 16. århundrede, VII Bog: Årlige fester. 7. Midsommerfest.  

photo: bonfires: wikipedia, two churches: google Earth, copies from the 16th century from Projekt Runeberg.




Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Sculpture by the Sea 2013




I DO ART 


A galleri of the exhibition in June 2013 on the beach at Aarhus.  


What are the children hiding?

Oh, that's the funny Bubble no 5 by Qian Sihua, China.


Alejandro Propato, ARG:: Permanent Sunrise.
The dogs shall also see I DO ART...
Phil Price, NZL: Snake.
The snake and to the right: Heavenly Source by Arvid Hagen, NL.
Mark Kramer NL:A Moment between Insanity and Enlightenment.
children in yellow west.

Taking a break..
Orest Keywan, AUS: Above the Line.
Paul Selwood, AUS: Expanded Figure.
Mikala Valeur, DK: A Spacious Affair.
Jennifer Cochrane, AUS: Cube Stack no 2.
Anne de Harlez, ESP: Una cadena de bestos.( and the ferry)
A friendly contact between generations. 

The Glue Society, AUS: ONCE
Sahand Hesamiyan, IRN: Unknown.
Rintala Eggertsson, NOR: Floating Bathing Pavillon PYR
Steffen Tast, DK: Light Waves
kayakrs from the rowing club.


Ulla W.Klinge, B. Lund Jensen DK: Surface Reef. 




Byeong Doo Moon, KOR: Your Place.


Jackson Martin USA: Rooted.

Hanna Streefkert, SWE: Patchwork.
Bureau Detours, DK: USE Flotsam.

Vibeke Nørgaard Rønsbo, DK: Remind









Nina Saunders, DK: Heartbreaker (bridge with gold)









Andrew Burton, UK: JUG


















Toni Schaller DEU: Beach House.












 Two little girlfriends . There were many children at the exhibition, and they seemed to enjoyed it very much,  for there were many funny and colourful things - and also houses to walk into, a moving bridge  etc.




Kerrie Argent, AUS: Evidence- the Trail continues.











Maurice Meewisse, NL: North Sea Driftwood Fence.












Espen Brandt-Møller, DK: Grain of Soap.









children on moving bridge









Marc Schmitz, Germany: Stories of Light.









Matthew Harding, AUS: Flotsam and Jetsam.
























Yeo Chee Kiong, Ssingapore: "A Yoga and Pedicure Session on the Beach. 

This was the last photo I took that day. I had an accident with my camera. A sudden wave of salt water and sand where I took a break upon an apparently dry place until five minutes later. So I could not take photos of the fine exhibiton in the forest on my way home, but here's a link to  The Galleri for you.




photo Sculpture by the Sea June 2013: grethe bachmann