Belgian Christmas Traditions with
Christine DeSmet
The research
for writing a future Christmas book in my Fudge Shop Mystery series took me
down memory lane.
I’m half
Belgian, and my characters in the series are full Belgian—Ava Oosterling and endearing
troublemaker Grandpa Gil.
Finding the
best chocolate and fudge for my novels of course led me to the Belgians in Door
County, where my series is located.
Belgians also
populate the nearby counties of Kewaunee and Brown, which are also next to Lake
Michigan and the bay called Green Bay. The Green Bay Packers play at Lambeau
Field, which is named after a Belgian, Curly Lambeau.
Belgians
started coming to this country in the 1850s, soon after Wisconsin became a
state in 1848. Land for farming was becoming scarce in crowded Belgium, and Wisconsin
needed workers, so the U.S. government sold land here to immigrants for $1.25
per acre.
The history
of the Belgian immigration to Wisconsin is now housed in a beautiful facility
that shouldn’t be missed if you travel to Door County—the “Cape Cod of the
Midwest.” The Belgian Heritage Center is in the village of Namur—named for a
city in Belgium.
The Belgian
Heritage Center’s website has an excellent, historical timeline, probably
filled with surprises for you. It notes, for example, the fire that killed
thousands in Wisconsin including Door County the same day as the Chicago Fire
in October 1871.
In 1990 the
Namur Historic District was approved as a National Landmark by the U.S.
Department of Interior, purportedly the largest “rural” community ever to
receive that designation.
On the
grounds of the Heritage Center you can visit the schoolhouse used by nuns in
the 1800s and a roadside chapel. These tiny churches fit perhaps four people and
were essential to immigrants lonely for their homeland.
Christmas for
Belgians began this past week with December 5 Saint Nicholas Eve and December 6
Saint Nicholas Day.
In Belgium, children
put their shoes in front of the fireplace so St. Nick can leave presents in or near
them. Because of the Dutch influence in Belgium, those may be wooden shoes.
Such shoes were worn by early Door County immigrants because leather was
scarce.
My family
followed Belgian holiday traditions. Seafood is a staple for a Belgian
Christmas Eve because of the “old country’s” proximity to the ocean. I grew up
with oyster stew served on the Eve. Dad also had to have pickled herring.
We had an
Advent calendar. Religious aspects aside, as a kid I enjoyed opening each day
to see what was under the flap. In Belgium, it’s common to get chocolate
calendars—which is more my character Ava’s style and mine, too!
A week before
Christmas we made sugar cookies—miles of them spread across the big kitchen
table. Belgians are partial to cookies called “specaloos” at Christmas. They’re
made with brown sugar, ginger, cinnamon, and nutmeg or allspice in the dough
that is cut into fun shapes.
Making and
serving a yule log is also a Belgian tradition. It’s a roll made of chocolate
cake and frosting and decorated to look like a real log.
This 2019-2020
holiday season marks special Belgian milestones in both mystery writing and
football! The famous Belgian sleuth Hercule Poirot, invented by author Agatha
Christie, debuted in the spring of 1920, a hundred years ago. And 2019-2020 is
the 100-year anniversary of the Green Bay Packers, too—a team started by Belgian
Curly Lambeau.
So, to experience
a Belgian holiday, watch a Packer game, get a chocolate Advent calendar, make a
yule log and specaloos, and serve a good Belgian beer. Belgium has more than
600 varieties of beer!
On Christmas
morning, serve a cinnamon coffee cake with coffee. In some areas of Belgium,
“cougnou” is served; it’s a sweet bread baked in a tin the shape of the
swaddled baby Jesus.
Ava
Oosterling and Grandpa Gil and I wish you Happy Holidays!
Christine
DeSmet is the author of the holiday novella, When Rudolph Was Kidnapped, and the forthcoming Deadly Fudge Divas, the fourth book in
her Fudge Shop Mystery Series. Both books are published by Writers Exchange
Publishing.
Visit her
here: https://christinedesmet.com/
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And Jerol Anderson says Wisconsin isn’t Just for Tourists
I’m all about the hidden gems, the natural beauty and the off-the-beaten-path
places you’d never know were there until you stumble across them.
I feel blessed to live in a state with four seasons and each
season has its special beauty with small-town communities creating delightful
entertainment.
Just about
the time the hummingbirds and the variety of summer birds leave our state in
September, the air becomes crisp and dry. Wisconsin foliage begins its colorama
of red, orange and yellow mixed with the green and of course the bronze and
cream color of crops ready for harvest.
It all starts
in late October up North and spreads continuously toward where we live in
Southern WI. By mid-October a drive northward for a day-trip or a weekend stay
is an exciting, colorful escape. Around every curve of the country highway through
the rolling hills is a true ‘eye-candy’ treat. In addition, when driving through
each small town, there’s a touch of brighter orange — a carved pumpkin or spooky
Halloween delight on nearly every park bench or in front of each home.
More fall
delights are many craft fairs filled with creative and exclusive art, farm
markets filled with fresh vegetables and fruits, and of course Thanksgiving preparations
and football, both high school and University of Wisconsin. I have a
granddaughter who had to be a full-on athlete to play in the marching band.
Strenuous workouts started in July.
As winter
approaches, crops in the farm fields for as far as one can see to the horizon
are harvested. And soon the barren fields welcome pristine, white snow and the
activities that come with it — snowmobiling, skiing, ice skating, sledding,
hiking, and more. Wisconsin has over 1,000 miles of trails, many along railroad
track-beds, now paved for hiking, bicycling and cross-country skiing. Narrow
trails are also plowed through snow in farm fields and along roads for
snowmobiling. While driving, we see miniature road signs on three-foot poles
along these trails. 
Of course,
family Christmas programs, and plays, operas and more are available in schools,
churches and each community.
Spring
arrives in April but the rule is, no planting of the garden until after Mother’s
Day in May. But even earlier, acres and acres of corn, hay, soy beans and every
other crop imaginable from potatoes to ginseng are planted in Wisconsin. The green
sprouts bring smiles after the snow-laden fields of winter.
Orange Orioles
are the first bird to return from the South, followed by blue buntings, finches,
and a colorful array of fine feathered friends. I can’t hold back a smile when
I walk out into my garden just after daybreak in spring and the air is filled
with a joyously, loud symphony of birds building nests and babies screaming for
their food. 
Spring and summer
are also filled with treasure-finding savings at garage and antique sales offered
by churches and individuals and the roadside farm markets of fruits and vegetables
start up again.
The festival
season that continues through the summer has a great kick-off with the Memorial
Day Fireman’s Pancake Breakfasts and parades. Hundreds of friends, parents, grandparents
and grandbabies stand in line for breakfast in front of our firehouse. Sharing
the arrival of spring sunshine while in that line is nearly as important as the
pancakes.
Wisconsin is known for very different Indian names of cities
like Oconomowoc, Waukesha, Milwaukee and more. And, it’s possible to visit a
different community festival or County Fair every summer weekend — Tobacco
Days, Syttende Mai, Dogs and Kraut Days, The Thresheree, Cinco de Mayo, Thirsty
Troll Brew Fest. .
.
I live in a small-town known for its pottery. In the fall there
is a driving tour to visit pottery studios and their kilns. And, in summer the
town square hosts an event offering pottery and forged
iron art where after dark the flames of a ten-foot kiln fires a new sculptured
statue for the park.
Wisconsin summers are the best in the world — sufficient
rainfall, hot but not too hot, a variety of birds and this year loads of dragon
flies to keep the mosquito population down; all allowing for daily therapy in
the garden.
I am a writer and a gardener and my goal is to have one of
every flower in my over 1,000 square feet of beds carved out of the forest
around our home.
With all the lovely nature and kind-hearted people around
me, I find the inspiration and quiet time heart-warming and stimulating.
I also write mysteries and other stories set in quaint,
small-towns. Stop
by here www.jerolanderson.com to learn more.
