Showing posts with label Celebrations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Celebrations. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

The Origin of Birthday Cake - by Jo-Ann Roberts

 



Yesterday, we celebrated my husband's 75th birthday...how did this happen?! Weren't we just in our first year of college? We're both flabbergasted that he's three-quarters of a century old!!! 

Unlike me, my husband has never been a big one for cake with frosting and candles. He prefers a flaky fruit pie or a puff pastry dessert. But the origin of a birthday cake and how it became associated with around trip around the sun got me thinking.

The ancient Egyptians are credited with "inventing" the celebration of birthdays. They believed that when pharaohs were crowned, they became gods, so their coronation day was essentially their "birth" as gods. But there was no birthday cake as yet.

Ancient Greeks borrowed the tradition but realized that a dessert would make the celebration all the more meaningful. So, they baked moon-shaped cakes, to offer up to Artemis, goddess of the moon, as a tribute. They decorated them with lit candles to make the cakes shine like the moon...and that's why we put candles on our birthday cakes! 

Ancient Romans are thought to be the first to celebrate the birthdays of ordinary, non-godlike people with a special cake baked with wheat flour, nuts, yeast, and honey.


The modern birthday cake as we know it come from 18th century Germany through celebrations known as "Kinderfest" for children. Each cake was decorated with candles corresponding to the child' age, plus one extra candle called the "light of life," symbolizing hope for the coming year. Children would make a wish before blowing out the candles, a ritual that blended earlier Greek and Roman customs into the familiar act of today. And just like modern tradition, the birthday girl or boy wouldn't tell anyone the wish so that it would come true.

Until the Industrial Revolution, birthday cakes were a luxury--quite literally. With ingredients like sugar, butter, and refined flour being costly, only the wealthy could afford to celebrate with a sweet slice.

Following the Industrial Revolution, everything changed. Mass production made baking staples cheaper and more accessible, and bakeries began selling ready-made cakes. Suddenly, the once exclusive treat became a festive must-have for all, showing up not just on birthdays but on any occasion as an excuse to gather and indulge.



Many authors put birthday celebrations into their romances, giving the readers an opportunity to show the aging of characters and the passing of weeks and months in their stories. In addition, the celebrations provide a reason for the characters to meet other than at church services and social gatherings allowing the author to tell the story through dialogue between the characters.

The origin of birthday cake is layered. From ancient offerings to mass-produced treats, the birthday cake has journeyed through centuries, cultures and customs to earn its spot at the center of joyous celebrations. While today's birthday cakes might be covered in rainbow sprinkles and alight with candles, it's worth noting how this sweet treat reached your table.




 
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“Your journey doesn’t have to end in disappointment.”

Lila Hartley had waited for hours on the frozen train platform, a mail-order bride no one came to claim, her trunk beside her like a tombstone. The man who'd promised her marriage, a home, and a future, left her stranded two thousand miles from Boston with nothing but the clothes on her back and a heart full of shattered dreams.

Just when hope was fading, a man emerged from the white curtain of snow like an apparition, took off his coat, and changed her life.

Clay McCallister viewed every woman who had taken a chance on the frontier as the sister he’d failed…a woman who’d risked everything for the possibility of something better, much like the woman standing on the platform in the bitter cold.

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Wednesday, December 18, 2019

COUNTING DOWN

Post by Doris McCraw
writing as Angela Raines

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We are on a countdown to the days getting longer, Christmas and a New Year. It can be a busy stressful time. It can also be a source of joy, love, and friendship. So let's countdown the days.

The day this post goes live is Dec. 18. three days before winter officially begins and the days will start getting longer. On Dec 18, 1860, the Rocky Mountains News had this piece of news:

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December 19: Daily Mining Journal, Black Hawk, CO 1865

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Dec 20: Rocky Mountain News, Denver, CO. 1869

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Dec. 21: Colorado Daily Chieftain, Pueblo,CO. 1872

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Dec. 22: Colorado Transcript, Golden, CO. 1875

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Dec 23: Colorado Springs Gazette, 1876

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Dec.24: Boulder News and Courier, 1880

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Through the years, the Holidays have been celebrated in many ways with each group of people bringing their own special ways of making the time special.

I enjoy reading the newsprint of those days gone by. In many ways, it brings a connection to all those who came before and who will come after.

From December 25 to January 1 we continue to prepare by keeping our warm holiday thoughts as we prepare for the coming year. While I don't make resolutions not have goals. Instead, I have intentions for my continued journey on this planet.

I wish everyone a wonderful season and a prosperous New Year. And just in case you think I don't write about the season, the story, "Gift of Forgiveness" is about what is most important to me; love and forgiveness. In this scene, the hero, John, has stopped by the widow Nettie Hascall's home and is telling her two children a story. Here is the short excerpt:

 "You are staying for dinner, aren't you John?" Albert asked.
"Yes, please stay," Ila added
"How can I turn down such a lovely request; that is if it is okay with your mother."
"We would be honored," Nettie responded, heading into the kitchen to start the meal. Walking away, she heard John telling the children some story about a mule. Fascinated, she turned around to listen.
"Well, it seems this mule was acting sick, so the owner decided to do something to make it feel better. Of course, you know mules, it decided that it didn't want anything to do with the medicine, so it jerked away and ran down the road a few blocks."
Nettie could see the two devouring every word. John did have a way with telling stories. Nettie smiled at the joy on her children's faces. Nettie still mourned Jacob, but she and the children needed to move on with their lives.
"So what happened?" Ila asked, eyes wide with interest.
"Wouldn't you know it, the mule just ran those few blocks and then passed out," John paused, looking from Albert to Ila and back again. "The folks all gathered around making suggestions. One person said they should twist his tail."
"How would twisting his tail help?" Albert questioned, a perplexed frown furrowing his brow.
"I doubt it would either, in fact, it didn't, so the next person said to give him flour, and still, another said to use gun powder and on and on came suggestion after suggestion."

What a story John was weaving. Nettie found herself grinning as she listened. Even she wanted to know what was going to happen.  
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Wishing everyone a wonderful Holiday and a prosperous New Year.
Doris Gardner-McCraw
Author, Speaker, Historian-specializing in
Colorado and Women's History
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Wednesday, December 20, 2017

CHRISTMAS IN EARLY COLORADO

post (c) Angela Raines-author

Christmas and the mad Holiday season is upon us. Many of us are hurrying to get last minute presents, planning the meal and preparing for family. In the 1800s many people were away from loved ones, or had lost them to disease or disaster. How was the Christmas celebrated back then. We've had post on the subject. So I thought I'd add a bit of Colorado's story to the mix.

Imagine it is 1858 and you've followed the siren's call to Colorado in search of the 'golden fleese' of gold and silver. The one thing about life on the high plains, it doesn't often snow and the temperatures stay fairly warm for December. If you don't have a calendar, how do you know when December 25th is? Or perhaps you've been on the trail or traveling by train and you find yourself in the middle of nowhere. What would you do to celebrate? Over the years of research a few stories have stood out. I share them with you.

According to some of the the records, what is now the Denver 'metro' area had around 200 men and 5 women (four of whom were married) and assorted children. The two 'towns' that made up the area were only about sixty days old.  Each camp made plans for a festive meal. One camp planned candles for a tree that they'd cut in the foothills. A German couple where trees were a part of the home country festivities were instrumental in this plan. The other camp planned a meal of buffalo, rabbit, wild turkey, rice pudding and peach and apple pie,  which is just a part of the food on that menu.

USGS Topographic Mapping Field Camp

On that Christmas morning of 1858 the weather was 'soft and genial as a May day...'. Into this lovely mix "Uncle Dick" Wootton (sp) brought his gifts to the camps. That gift, "Taos Lightening". With such a gift the day was one to be remembered, that is if you hadn't taken in too much of the free gift Uncle Dick brought to the party. (For some fun and interesting research, you can't go wrong with Uncle Dick!)

In 1863, one family on the Arkansas river, up close to the cut off to what is now Monarch pass, had been cut off from others and the towns due to heavy fall snow storms that year. They'd been working their claim, even in the heart of winter. Again remember, Colorado weather has always been tricky. When Christmas arrived, they had plenty of food, but not much variety. One daughter, with the help of her siblings, decided to bring out the good china, brought from their home in Nebraska and served up a feast. That feast, mock turkey, from beef and beans, and substitute coffee, made from browned bran. The parents were the guest of honor. 

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Of course no story of early Colorado Christmas would not be complete without a story from the early trapper days. Around 1842, in the Northeast corner on the border of Colorado and Utah a holiday took shape with the help of the Indians who were in the area. The trappers and their Indian friends had a Holiday meal that consisted of appalost, which is a type of shish kabob with lean meat and fat roasted over a low fire.  There was also buffalo cider, a liquid found in the stomach of buffalo, which was supplemented with washena, marrow fat and pomme blanc.

By the time 1888 rolled around, the state had grown. Leadville was booming thanks to the silver strike. In Dick Berryman's Saloon the following was offered for the Christmas day: Possum, Turkey, Roast Pig, Sweet Potatoes and Corn Dodgers.

Leadville, Colorado, mining district, subject of an early mining-geology study, 1879.

It seems, no matter what the time, people did what they could to celebrate the day and season. The following passage is from Isabella Bird's book, "A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains", a compilations of letters Isabella wrote to her sister back in England.. As Isabella traveled the Rocky Mountains, alone, she wrote letters back to her sister in England. "...I think I never saw such a brilliant atmosphere.That curious phenomena called frost-fall was occurring in which, whatever moisture may exist in the air, somehow aggregates into feather and fern leaves, the loveliest of creations, only seen in rarefied air and intense cold. One breath and they vanish. The air was filled with diamond sparks quite intangible. They seemed just glitter and no more. It was still and cloudless, and the shapes of violet mountains were softened by a veil of the tenderest blue." The above passage is from 1873 as she traveled alone with her horse Birdie through the fir covered mountains near the the Estes Park area of Colorado. 


I wish each and everyone of you a joyous Christmas and Holiday season and that the New Year brings you all that your heart desires.

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Doris Gardner-McCraw -
Author, Speaker, Historian-specializing in
Colorado and Women's History

Angela Raines - author: Where Love & History Meet
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Every step you take should be a prayer.
And if every step you take is a prayer then you will always be walking in a sacred manner. 
Oglala Lakota Holyman.