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I don't saints much, particularly, especially not these days, but:
If I were a better Catholic I'd be telling you about all the early pre-C10th female saints my mum considered taking her confirmation name for (she ended up going with Mary), but I'm not, so there we go.
However! Saints are one of the places where my status as a third-gen immigrant and heritage speaker of German/speaker of English as a second language end up interacting really weirdly with the bit where I'm a slightly bitey atheist, because - polishing one's shoes and leaving them beneath a window on the evening of the fifth of December is what one does, it's one of the ways you know where you're from, and - reconciling my intense antipathy to secular celebration of religious festivals (this is why it is generally a bad idea to wish me a happy Christmas) with my cultural heritage is... sometimes an interesting line to walk.
- I will occasionally mutter darkly under my breath to St Anthony upon having lost An Thinge;
- St Piran, obvs, because Mebyon Kernow;
- St Christopher, because of journeys - he is often painted on house-ends in rural Austria, visible as you leave or enter villages, and shrines along roadsides to him are common;
- and Heiliger Nikolaus, after whom The Shetland Pony is named (having been born on his day), and who is a big part of my cultural heritage.
If I were a better Catholic I'd be telling you about all the early pre-C10th female saints my mum considered taking her confirmation name for (she ended up going with Mary), but I'm not, so there we go.
However! Saints are one of the places where my status as a third-gen immigrant and heritage speaker of German/speaker of English as a second language end up interacting really weirdly with the bit where I'm a slightly bitey atheist, because - polishing one's shoes and leaving them beneath a window on the evening of the fifth of December is what one does, it's one of the ways you know where you're from, and - reconciling my intense antipathy to secular celebration of religious festivals (this is why it is generally a bad idea to wish me a happy Christmas) with my cultural heritage is... sometimes an interesting line to walk.
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Date: 2013-12-27 04:20 pm (UTC)Your extremely Old World, Continental European Catholocism is intriguing to me. Some of this I learned while I was a kid growing up, and my French classes (and their German counterparts) often included holiday lessons that recall the exact rituals you're talking about. (And by which I don't mean at all to diminish your very personal background with my dimly remembered language classes, I'm just delighted I can connect to it on some level.)
My Catholic heritage is like 100% Irish and Irish American, and is therefore all about superstition and guilt. Which I'm pretty sure is the only reason I ended up baptized as a tiny baby, because otherwise my fairly out-of-it bio mom prolly couldn't have given an fuck. (It's also most likely the reason why my adoptive mother gave me a St. Christopher's medallion before I left for Korea.)
Also, it's really weird to realize that your family background is staunch Catholic when everyone you grew up with is like the biggest Protestant ever. Something I don't examine very much, but it's kind of weird to me all the same.