Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Symbols in Hungarian Folk-art by Erika M Szabo

The tulip in Hungarian folk-art


By Erika M Szabo
When I was writing my epic fantasy series, I researched Hun history which occupies the bigger part of the story, but I got sidetracked by the fascinating Hungarian folk-art that is filled with symbols and secret messages. 

In this post, I’ll tell you about the most important symbol, the tulip. In Hungarian folk-art, the tulip is the symbol of love and represents the balance between feminine and masculine.
We admire the carved or richly embroidered tulip folk art but most of us don’t know the ancient secrets and messages that are hiding in the motifs.



Some historians speculate that the tulip is the representation of the female genitalia where new life begins. However, it goes further in folk-art because, without a male, life cannot be brought forth. In most of the carved, painted, or embroidered art, the male is represented as well as the female tulip accepts the male tulip with seeds inside her to start a new life.


Although the tulip depicts the woman from the age of a young girl to the adulthood of childbearing age, and to old age and death, the male tulip facing away from the female is present in most folk-art. The tulip bud represents young girls, the just about getting to open petals are the symbol of young women and the fully open petals represent grown women in their reproductive age. The withering petals depict the end of a beautiful, productive and rich life.
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The tulip can be found everywhere: on embroidered doilies, bed covers and pillows, furniture, work equipment, pots and plates, household utensils, male and female clothes, and even on jewelry. Its meaning is the same everywhere, celebrating the feminine and masculine companionship, family, and love. 
Tulip motifs can be found in ancient Hungarian archeological finds as well, from the enamel of St. Crown's picture of St. Thomas, to various clothes, jewelry, everyday items, horse saddles and bows, and arrows, to the saber known as the sword of Attila. 
My mother always put the tulips on the kitchen table and nowhere else in the house. When I asked her why, she said, “The kitchen is the heart of the home where families relax and spend time together. We prepare and cook our daily meals, we eat together and share our daily experiences. Placing the tulips in the center of the home strengthens the love and harmony between family members.” 

You can read about it in my epic fantasy series where Ilona struggles to find her true love despite the obstacles placed in her path.



My next post is scheduled for April 24. I will tell you about Hungarian mythology, history, and legends that I learned from my parents and came across in my research.
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Symbols in Hungarian Folk-art by Erika M Szabo
The tulip in Hungarian folk-art By Erika M Szabo www.authorerikamszabo.com When I was writing my epic fantasy series, I researched Hun history which occupies the bigger part of the story, but I got sidetracked by the fascinating Hungarian folk-art that is f...
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Oh that is lovely! I didn't know any of that! As a garden writer, I can tell you how to plant and grow tulips, but I never knew the symbolism in Hungarian folk art. Thank you!
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It's fascinating to find out the symbolism in any folk-art when you do a little research :)

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Great research and examples of Hungarian folk-art. I love the symbolism. It infuses and inspires your writing, and enhances, gives more depth to your characters.
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It really does, Joe :)
 
+Erika M Szabo -- indeed it does. You've shown me how I can use my culture's, and others' folk-art to enhance my stories. It will also add more meaning to my use of their mythologies and folklore.

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Love it. It is so cool when our research uncovers fascinating facts.
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Thank you Chris :)

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Today, Erika Szabo, tells us why the lovely Tulip is so important to Hungarian folk-art.
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Grace Au

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A beautiful blog post behind the history of the tulip in Hungarian history. My favorite flower is the tulip and how interesting this is...I loved your mother saying they belonged in the center of the home...the kitchen. I wish that were still the case. Thanks for the lovely post.
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Thank you Grace :)
 
Fascinating!
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Thank you Joanne :)

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Learn the hidden meaning of the Tulip on Our Author Gang with Erika Szabo.
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Fabulous art work. Great post.
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Erika M. Szabo​ shares the lovely symbolism of the tulip in Hungarian folk art and its connection to her writing.
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Today on A Small Gang of Authors, Erika M. Szabo​ talks about Hungarian folk-art -- its symbolism and how it infuses her writing.
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Erika shares a little bit of Hungarian History in her exploration of the tulip
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Fascinating!

Monday, April 9, 2018

So, This is April by Grace Augustine #OurAuthorGang



April is the fourth month of the year on the Gregorian Calendar. It's name is derived from the Latin word "aperit" which means to open...so named because of the time of year when trees bud and flower "open."  April is also considered to be linked to Aphrodite, the ancient Greek goddess of love, beauty,pleasure, and procreation.


I love this month, not only because my 2nd son was born on April 1st, but particularly because my favorite flowers usually bloom--iris and tulips. In the Skagit Valley of Washington state, there are tulip farms...fields and fields of color this time of year. It's always been my passion to see those fields.

For thirty years I was a floral designer and shop manager. I loved anything floral, working with the customers to create one of a kind arrangements that would suit their needs--whether it be for a birthday or in memory of a deceased loved one.

The final book of my Acorn Hills Series, Special Occasions, is about Jillian, a floral designer who embarks on a new path at the age of 60 something.


In a memoir to her children, Jillian recounts her life....here is an excerpt.

"As I sit here glancing out the window, the world thirty-eight thousand feet below me, I marvel at all of the firsts I’ve experienced.
        The summer of 1963 we got our first black and white television. I was seven years old. Our world was shattered in November of that year with the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. School was dismissed and it was eerily quiet everywhere as everybody was glued to their televisions with the hopes the news wasn't true. I was too young then to understand its impact.
       In February of 1964 the Beatles made their first American television appearance. Yeah, I know…who are the Beatles? I chuckle as I write that, because I remember both of you asking me who they were when I sang along to their music. What was more  heartwarming...the fact you love them, too.
        The Vietnam war was already in high gear in 1964, and we’d lost close to 300 soldiers. I cringe when I remember seeing the events in Times Square and the marches protesting the war. It was an ugly time, a senseless time.
        I entered junior high school in 1967. The world was still a mess. The Vietnam war waged on…thirteen of our military helicopters were shot down. While all of this was going on thousands of miles away, here in the states, Timothy Leary, the father of LSD, told people all they needed to do was turn on, tune in, and drop out. I did none of those. I’m sure your Grandpa and Grandma Stevens experimented with the little pill, though.
In the late 60’s and early 70’s, music festivals were popping up everywhere. Probably the most memorable one was in 1969…Woodstock, when over forty thousand people descended on White Lake, New York for a three-day music/love/drug fest.
I wasn’t interested in that one. It was too far away. I wanted to go to the Monterey Folk Festival in Monterey, California. I remember pleading with your grandparents to let me go. I wanted to meet Janis Joplin, Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead, Gracie Slick and Jefferson Airplane. They said no, of course. I never got to do anything fun. Sound familiar, boys?
        Gas prices were fifty-five cents per gallon in 1974, and the SLA had kidnapped Patty Hearst. I was a senior and your grandparents were planning my graduation party. Your dad and I had been dating for a while at this point and we decided we’d apply to colleges in Montana. We were accepted and for the next 5 years we spent our time traveling from Bozeman to Acorn Hills.
        In the midst of the global, ecological awareness in 1978, Sweden became the first country to ban aerosol sprays. A brutal serial killer, by the name of Ted Bundy, was captured in Florida. Pope John Paul II, the only Polish Pope, became the Holy Father of the Catholic church. Probably one of the most senseless things to happen this year was the loss of nine hundred and eighteen lives because of Jim Jones and his poisoned kool-aid promise of a better life."

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