Today is June 24. For many, this simply is another day in the first days of official summer (northern hemisphere) month of June. In Quebec, it is something else entirely. It is supposedly celebrated by French Canadians across Canada and the few stragglers in the States as well – I have no proof of such celebrations so shall take Wikipedia’s word for it.
It is the feast day of St John the Baptist, a Jewish preacher who baptized Jesus in the River Jordan. So how the hell did he become the Patron Saint of Quebec? And when did the patriotic and political tone for French Quebecers start? And why in the name of all that is holy did I choose to work in a place that is not only open, but is celebrating the anniversary of their opening business?
For many Quebec Anglos, it is simply a statutory holiday. I am one of the lucky ones who has both French and English, well, actually it is Scottish, blood flowing in my veins. I don’t do that whole “barricade yourself in your house until it passes” thing. Actually, until I worked in a certain company, I had never heard of such a thing. Whatevs, I digress. I party like a Pea Soup on this day – coz I am.
So, because inquiring minds (me) want to know, I went a-digging to get the facts and figures and share with you, my readers, the whole story behind the Fête Nationale du Québec.
The Feast of Saint John the Baptist, or Midsummer, was a happening thing in the Ancien Régime (middle ages) of France. Stands to reason when the first French colonists came over to what became Acadia, they needed a reason to keep the party going. Let’s face it, life was not an easy thing over here in the wilds of Canada. Just think, the first recording of celebrations happened on the shores of Newfoundland in 1606 and then things got ever so more wild on June 23rd, 1636, on the banks of the St. Lawrence River when a bonfire was created and five cannon shots were fired.
In 1834, Ludger Duvernay, a journalist of influence for the newspaper La Minerve, and other patriotes, attended at St. Paddy’s Day parade in Montreal and said hey, if the Irish can have a day, why can’t the French Canadiens also? And so, the charitable Association Saint-Jean Baptiste was formed and that following June 24th, there was held a grand banquet with 60 francophones and anglophones of Montreal where was sung the song Ô Canada! Mon pays, mes amours (Oh Canada, My country, my loves) – not to be confused with today’s national anthem “Oh, Canada”. The Canada in this song refers to Lower Canada, i.e. today’s southern Quebec. They repeated the celebrations in ’35, ’36 and ’37.
Of course, the English-French thing has been going on forever and a day here in Quebec and way back in those years, there was the Lower Canada Rebellion between les Patriotes québécois and the British so no celebrations happened again until 1843, when the official Saint Jean Baptiste Society, backed by the Catholic Church was formed and officially charted by 1849. Bonfires became a tradition and the first parades started happening.
Ah yes, the Patron Saint part… That happened in 1908. This helped to re-enforce the connection between Saint Jean Baptiste Day and French-Canadian patriotism. By 1925, this day was declared a provincial holiday in Quebec and during the turbulent political 1960’s, this holiday became very political and by 1977 the holiday became known as La Fête Nationale du Québec, and was completely separated from the church.
Bonfires have been replaced by fireworks and the parades still take place (though, I for one, am not really a parade-goer so I refrain). Last night from the windows of golf club (around 10 pm), I could see the fireworks happening. Could have been from my town of Boucherville, or the town of Ste-Julie or, nah… I don’t think we would have seen the ones from Montreal!
There were definitely fireworks happening in my home town and off a Facebook Page, I got the following beautiful shot
Guess I’ll be participating in the celebrations vicariously through others once again this year.
Bonne Ste-Jean mes amis!
Till then, I leave you with one of my (many) favourite québécois chanteurs, one that brings me right back to my last year of high school, Paul Piché
Thank you for the history lesson and enjoy the day.
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Thanks, Ray.
Will do and I wish you a good day as well!
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Thank you for sharing the holiday, Dale. I knew there was something that caused me to like you. YOU ARE part SCOTTISH. My maternal side is 100% Scottish. 😁
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Most welcome. I was curious myself, to tell you the truth.
Well there you go! My paternal grandfather was a highlander…
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Granddad lived in Glaskow and grandmother lived by the sea.in Port Soy.
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Lovely!
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Well, a reason to party is always a reason to party … and … the church often ‘commandeered’ pagan holidays and renamed them to claim them as its own … (Think Christmas … celebrated not in the summer, when Jesus was actually born, but in mid-winter, to ‘take over’ the winter solstice people were already celebrating anyway …).
Happy St.Whomever (Jewish and all) to ya!
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That is exactly what it is, as far as I am concerned. A reason to not work – or work at double time 😉
Happy drink and be merry day!
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🙂
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I have this conspiracy theory that such celebrations were originally instituted, and continue to be celebrated, as a means of placating the masses!!!!!
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I would not argue that one, Peter!
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I’ve always had an interest in St. John the Baptist. References to him have come up so often in my lifetime. Besides that, I’ve never been able to figure out why Midsummer isn’t in the middle of the summer …duh!
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I know right? What up with that? Midsummer. Right at the beginning…
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Whatever the reason, it’s always good to celebrate. Time was, this used to be a day of celebration in Britain too, and I’m sure it still is in places. Folklore tells us to gather the spores of ferns on St John’s Eve, and the dew of St John’s morn … ah, but they have to be collected by a virgin, so you’ll need to send out your little sister. Then you mix them together and bathe your face in it. One account claims you then will see fairies, another account says your skin will stay forever young, and yet another says your eyes will be opened to the one you’ll wed. Sound like the remnants of a fertility cult to me. 🙂
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Haha! I’ll have to look a lot further for a virgin, tell you what!
😆
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There are none in Norfolk; not if they’ve got brothers. Or so the old joke went. 🙂
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Hahaha!
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🙂
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Thanks for the History lesson. Never knew, but then again, why would I? Lol. Good job. Unfortunately, I couldn’t understand any of the video, so couldn’t appreciate it as you do.
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Most welcome. Unless there are some French in your lineage… Why would you, indeed?
Of course not, but the melody is fun, no?
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Bonne Ste-Jean, mon amie!
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Merci mon amie!!
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Pas de soucis!! 😉
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Buahaha! Espèce!!
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😁
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Thanks for the info. Hope you enjoyed the holiday. I don’t know that I’ve ever heard of it. Sounds like a time to party. 🙂
(I think ancien regime BEGAN in the Middle Ages and ended with the Revolution in 1789.)
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Most welcome. No real reason for you to have unless you have friends in Quebec (which you do now 😉). It is TOTALLY a time to party (Lemme tell you, the members sure did tonight!)
And I’m sure you are right re Ancien Régime.
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🙂
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Sounds like fun, Dale! I know you are in hospitality. You work the holidays. 😉
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It is fun. Usually means drinking and partying and the members were all in tonight!
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Dear Dale,
Someday you can translate the song for me. Fireworks are always fun no matter what the occasion. I enjoyed the history lesson. I wonder what John the Baptist or Yochanon as we call him 😉 would think of all the hoopla. I mean no reason to lose your head, right? Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. Wonderful post. Hope you’re enjoying your day…what’s left of it.
Shalom and lotsa hugs.
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I will do so, I promise 🙂 Fireworks are fun and never get old. I’m sure John the Baptist did not think a day and night of carousing and drinking and getting all rowdy was what he had in mind… he would have lost his head over the whole thing – instead of why he did, of course…
It was a slow start at work but when it did start. did not stop until past midnight! I’ll be back there tomorrow morning at 11… sigh…
Shalom and lotsa love,
Dale
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I find it interesting how traditions have continued over time. After all, how many holidays do people use for a day off from work? … Me thinks, all of them.
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Indeed. How many really care about the why of it?
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Yep … and we can see that all over the world … and probably on every holiday.
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True enough. We had this show with Rick Mercer called “Talking to Americans” which was a hoot and once he asked some what the Fourth of July celebrated… it was amazing how many had no clue…
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Q,
Holidays that are worthwhile, as opposed to “Chocolate Chip Pancake” Day are always worth celebrating.
Nowhere in this post did I hear mention of the Nords, however. Who had one of the coolest sweaters in the NHL and might have still been playing where they started if not for that hockey brat Eric Lindros, who refused to play for them after he was drafted by Quebec. He went to Philly instead. Bad trade off as far as I’m concerned.
To Oui! And Oui! Both!
B
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B,
Absolutely.
I apologise profusely for dissing the Nordiques. They did have the coolest sweaters even if we hated them as a team. That whole Montreal-Quebec thing 😉 What can I say? Lindros knew the what’s what. A cool jersey does not a team make.
Merci, merci!
Q
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Yeah but Lindros went to Philly, where they loved him until they hated him (after which they kinda like him in his retirement). Flyers fans chalked up his concussions to have a “soft melon”, they were ruthless.
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Right. Poor bugger. I remember him being called that…
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I mean, that’s awful. It’s a brain injury for God’s sakes!
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It is. And some fans are exactly that. AWFUL.
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Did they call Lindros that in Canada too? Soft melonhead I mean?
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I remember them calling him stuff, but what exactly escapes my memory…
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Traitor had to be on the list I would think . . .
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Most def.
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Your photo is gorgeous. Looks like a dandelion exploding. Thanks for information on this celebration of so many parts of Canadian history.
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Thanks, i.csnt take credit for it!
Most welcome. Glad you enjoyed.
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I think you have a career as a docent somewhere..:)
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Ya think? Maybe I should start applying. This waitressing gig is killing me, not so slowly.
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A terrific history lesson on life from our northern neighbors. Very cool except for the fireworks thing-those things terrify me and the dogs.
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It’s a wonderful day of historical remembrance! Yay!
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Oui madame! 😉
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…. listening to Rox…
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😁
And hope you’re enjoying
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