Thursday 9 April

Maundy Thursday, or as it is known in Germany, and many other European countries, Green Thursday. The first time I visited Germany was at Easter time, and my penfriend’s mother made eggs florentine, which I had never had before and was a bit wary of so much spinach, but I was assured that it was tradition. I looked up why it is known as Green Thursday. It seems that in some churches, green vestments are worn on this day. The other interesting explanation is that it is a corruption of the word groan, so it is not Green but Groan Thursday, which seems more plausible, being the day before Good Friday. Nevertheless, broccoli is on the menu tonight. It’s tradition you know.

I went for a walk today as it was 23C and rather hot for digging the vegetable patch. I walked across fields and through woodland, and saw cow parsley and bluebells, and blackthorn flowering at the margins. So pretty. All the fruit trees are in blossom too, it looks as though it could be a good year. A robin hops about with me in the garden, hoping that I will turn up some juicy titbits. Unfortunately nothing much more enticing than the pernicious roots of ground elder.

My earrings today are turquoise glass, which shine wonderfully brightly with the sun. They were a present from my sister, from Belgium. My niece is a talented violinist, and she was playing with a youth orchestra over there, and we went to support. It was a lovely time. Like many other people at this time, I reminisce about amazing holidays, and just wonder if I will get to see any of these places again. I have many photos which could be put into albums, and now when time hangs somewhat heavy, would be the ideal opportunity. But I have to confess that I feel a shade emotional as I look at pictures of a wedding in Austria and speculate as to whether I shall see these dear friends again. Now now: always look on the bright side of life, as the song says. I am exceedingly fortunate to have a beautiful house and garden, and all my family are on good form. I have recently thought a great deal about my mother’s experiences. She was born in 1911, and could remember the Spanish flu of 1919. Uncles who had fought in WW1 had to face another killer when they returned home. She herself survived WW2 in Portsmouth, working in a public library and quartered out to the suburbs with an aunt of her husband’s. My father was abroad as a conscript: she always said she had a harsher war than he did: he was not in the front line because of poor eyesight. Yes, at this time, one tends to recollect what dangers previous generations have had to endure, and hopefully, it strengthens our resolve.

5 thoughts on “Thursday 9 April

  1. This ground elder seems to have got to you! I need to look it up so I can avoid it at all costs! Is it like Japanese knot Weed?

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  2. Just want to confirm that, living in Germany, we enjoyed spinach with fried eggs for lunch – yummy – and tomorrow being Good Friday we are looking forward to a fish lunch. Can also confirm that green Thursday has nothing to do with the colour of veg, or vice versa; but comes from an old word for groan or mourn.
    Today sees the official end of Lent here, which I thought was last weekend, but apparently the 40 days do not include Sundays (excuse for a good nosh?) – is the same the case in the good old Anglican Church? Can’t quite see why 40 days fasting in the desert should include going to Jerusalem on a donkey, but perhaps I just being pedantic. Happy Easter,
    Alan

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  3. Hi Jenny, just been dipping into your blog. I’m finding the amount of information coming at me from all different technologies rather overwhelming but reading your blog was actually more refreshing than I thought. It’s nice to read how you are, that we’re experiencing similar things at the other end of the country and that even the ‘normal’ small things are now quite interesting. I like the bits of family history thrown in too. And I can relate to you on the earings! An enjoyment of mine too xxx

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  4. I seem to recall from a trip to Belgium that the Flemish for Maundy Thursday is in fact ‘Witte Donderdag’ (= ‘White Thursday’).. So much etymology is guesswork, and therefore very dubious!

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