In some reckonings, Michaelmas (29 September) is the birthday of Joan of Kent, the subject of my forthcoming book, A Triple Knot, as well as the day years later on which her mother, Margaret of Kent, died of the pestilence. So it’s a day that’s been much on my mind. No wonder the 11th Owen Archer begins just before this day, an important day in 14th century England.
In case you’re unfamiliar with Michaelmas, here’s the wonderfully succinct writeup on the Writers Almanac:
“In the Christian world, to day is Michaelmas, feast day of the archangel Michael, which was a very important day in times past, falling near the equinox and so marking the fast darkening of the days in the northern world — the boundary of what was and what is to be. Today was the end of the harvest and the time for farm folk to calculate how many animals they could afford to feed through the winter and which would be sold or slaughtered. It was the end of the fishing season, the beginning of hunting, the time to pick apples and make cider.
“Today was a day for settling rents and accounts, which farmers often paid for with a brace of birds from the flocks hatched that spring. Geese were given to the poor and their plucked down sold for the filling of mattresses and pillows.
“Michaelmas was the time of the traditional printer’s celebration, the wayzgoose, the day on which printers broke from their work to form the last of their pulp into paper with which to cover their open windows against the coming cold — the original solution for those who could not afford glass yet had more than nothing — and the advent of days spent working by candlelight.
“In the past, the traditional Michaelmas meal would have been a roast stubble goose — the large gray geese that many of us only get to admire at our local state and county fairs. Today, when most poultry comes from the grocery store in parts and wrapped in plastic, a roast goose can be a difficult luxury to obtain, but any homey, unfussy meal is a fine substitute — especially with a posy of Michaelmas daisies or purple asters on the table.
“In folklore, it is said that when Michael cast the Devil from Heaven, the fallen angel landed on a patch of blackberry brambles and so returns this day every year to spit upon the plant that tortured him. For this reason, blackberries would not be eaten after today, and so folks would gather them in masses on Michaelmas to put into pies and crumbles and preserves. And they would bake St. Michael’s bannocks, a large, flat scone of oats and barley and rye, baked on a hot griddle and then eaten with butter or honey or a pot of blackberry preserves.
“Whether you recognize Michaelmas or not, you can still greet what comes with the symbols of today: gloves, for openhandedness and generosity, and ginger to keep you warm and well in the coming cold.” http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/
Wishing us all the best of this season.
So far, none of the books written under the name of Candace Robb are available on Kindle. PLEASE make them available in e-format!!!
Working on it.
Oh yes they are I have read all of them on Kindle
They are on Kindle in the UK and Italy. I’m curious, Margaret, when you read them on Kindle, do you have access to the map?
I cannot find them, and when I contacted Amazon, they said they were not available in digital format. Maybe they were removed? How long ago did you buy them?
P.S. I am in America.
I went to the Amazon UK site, and it will not allow someone in America to purchase a UK kindle offering … Still out of luck …