There was a post on my Facebook page this morning titled “How My Polish Family Celebrates Easter”
Brought back memories of our Holy Week and Easter in the 50’s.
How My Polish Family Celebrates Easter.
How My Polish Family Celebrates Easter.
My family didn’t have quite that elaborate Easter dinner
talked about in the article but we sure did have a lot of the other traditions.
Lent was a really big thing in my family, too. Lots of fasting and church going.
And Holy Week was mostly spent in church or at least it seemed like to me as a
kid.
There was the Holy Thursday Mass. at 8:00 a.m. It was a High
Mass. You could tell when you entered church if it was a high Mass or a low
Mass by the number of candles lit.
Low Mass -Mass parts are read, not chanted. No incense.
Usually shorter because of no chanting.
High Mass -Various parts of the Mass are chanted and incense may be used. Usually longer.
High Mass -Various parts of the Mass are chanted and incense may be used. Usually longer.
Of course as kids, we preferred the Low Mass version. Today
there is no real difference in time. So Mass on Holy Thursday morning. Then in the evening after
supper, back to the church for an hour of Adoration. In my home parish, families
signed up for an hour. Adoration went on till Good Friday afternoon services.
This 24 hour adoration depicted the time that Jesus spent awaiting his death on
the cross.
Good Friday services started at 1:00 and lasted till 3:00
the hour of Jesus’ death on the cross. I sang in the choir and had to stay for
all of it. Of course, even if I didn’t sing in the choir, I would have been there
for all of it. My parents would not have
had it any other way. I remember people coming and going some. I suppose they
came when they could because of work etc. The part I hated the most was that
starting about 2:00 people would line up and walk down the church aisle (in our
church that was a LONG aisle) and when they got to about six pews or so away
from the altar, they would get down on their knees and go the rest of the way
in a sort of a crawl. At the foot of the altar propped on the floor, was a large crucifix.
When you got there you kissed the wounds of Jesus. I can remember hating that
because all I could think of was all of the germs. Mother taught us well in
that respect, too. Same reason I don’t do wine now. Of course, not liking the
taste does play a part in that, too.
Holy Saturday was a fun day. No Easter egg hunt for us.
Instead we took baskets of food to be blessed for Easter Sunday. Our baskets usually
had dyed eggs, ham, homemade polish sausage (my Uncle Walt made the best) homemade
bread, salt and pepper, horseradish. Fasting didn’t end till Easter morning. So
the smell of all that food in church for the blessing was almost overwhelming.
It was wonderful. And I can tell you, nothing has ever tasted as good as that
blessed food after Easter Mass on Easter Sunday.
Easter Sunday was always spent at Babcia’s (grandmother in Polish) house. All of my
mother’s siblings would be there and all of my cousins. A house full and a
small two bedroom house at that.
What a fun time
it was.
Rose.
