New Year’s
Eve, an evening, night and early morning I guess, with many memories and ever
changing traditions within a general pattern which has remained the same throughout
my life: fireworks, the burning of Christmas trees which evolved into the
burning of anything youngsters could lay their hands on from car tyres, wooden
pallets, to whatever... Especially some inner cities are notorious for the vandalism
on that particular night. So are some rural villages which normally offer little
excitement for young people. Traditional throughout my life have been the “oliebollen”
and “appelflappen”, covered in white powdery sugar. The oliebollen, deep fried
currant buns, round balls, sponges of grease, always made me sick. Once during
my student days combined with a glass of champagne they made me horribly sick.
Isn’t alcohol supposed to neutralise fat? If so, it doesn’t happen without a fight,
or rather a fierce battle within one’s body.
As a child
there was church, a gloomy protestant service when all the deceased of the past
year were named and we were reminded of our sins. And of the vulnerability of
our lives. Isaiah 40- 6-8 was read:
...All mankind is grass, they last no longer than a
flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades, when the
breath of the Lord blows upon them:
The grass withers, the flowers fade, but the Word
of our God endures for evermore.
(New English
Bible) At least the end of the quotation offered hope, but the withering and
dying depressed me most of all. Meanwhile the aroma of oliebollen and deep
fried food wafted from clothes and hats and the hair of the repentant
churchgoers. Did they really repent, or were they thinking of the coming feast,
the abundance of deep fried currant buns? They were on every table, replacing the
usual meals.
Later in
life, I would celebrate with friends, and even later with my husband and his
family. No church. The church I then belonged to kept to the liturgical year
and did not see New Year’s Eve as a feast in the church calendar.
Then there
came the time that I had to do without a husband. But there were parents and
later just my father. He would stay at my house, or I would go and stay with him. And now, things have changed again.
But throughout all those years there were the deep fried delicacies, covered in
snowy white sugar, something nice to look at, but never the cause of my
expanding waistline.
As a child, New
Year’s Day was the day for visiting relatives and perhaps friends, to wish them
a happy New Year. Uncles and aunts would all gather at my grandmother’s house
and large plates of oliebollen would be on the table. The same happened at the
house of my other grandparents. It wouldn’t do to start the New Year hungry. Some
people made literally bucketfuls of the “delicacy”.
Again, many years
later, two or three of my neighbours would get together and bake oliebollen for
everybody in our street, by the bucket. Around five in the afternoon we would flock
to the open garage door and test the result of their efforts, washing the still
warm oliebollen down with mulled wine, brewed by the women. That tradition
lasted for years and years, till the children who grew up here, had their own
families and would invite their parents to their homes and do the honours. That
was the end of the street gatherings, except after midnight when in one of the
houses there still is a far more civilized buffet of smoked salmon and cheese
and biscuits, washed down with champagne.
So traditions
have come and gone, everything changes, except for the oliebollen. And what
also remains, are the fireworks, including the pyromania. And eye injuries,
even resulting in permanent blindness.
This year an
American friend is staying with me . Her impression of our New Year’s Eve
celebrations – sent to friends back in Minnesota – are worth reading. They made
me look at our customs with other eyes. (I edited it slightly in places)
The Dutch really know how to do a New Years bash!
The big item in the celebration is fireworks. They can be legally blown
off for about 24 hours. They are illegally blown off for about 3 days prior.
It goes on to be such a performance that they have to seal up the neighbourhood
mailboxes ( where you can mail your letters) so that the kids don’t put
firecrackers in them to blow them up!
So for the past days there have been firecrackers and rockets going off intermittently day and night, increasing in intensity until last night.
Last night we were invited to a party at the home of friends from my friend’s church. There were about 20 people there. It started about 9 pm. Buffet style salads, dips, fish, cheese, wine, soda, juice. About 10:30 there was wine & cheese. Then at midnight there was champagne. They had mild fireworks for the kids ( two grade schoolers and several older boys, students) -- just firecrackers, sparklers, poppers, and some that you throw at the ground to make them pop. The sounds coming from other areas were incredible-- it sounded like artillery from all directions, coming from private fireworks and displays done in nearby towns. Later there was ice cream, sweets, cookie- type things.
So for the past days there have been firecrackers and rockets going off intermittently day and night, increasing in intensity until last night.
Last night we were invited to a party at the home of friends from my friend’s church. There were about 20 people there. It started about 9 pm. Buffet style salads, dips, fish, cheese, wine, soda, juice. About 10:30 there was wine & cheese. Then at midnight there was champagne. They had mild fireworks for the kids ( two grade schoolers and several older boys, students) -- just firecrackers, sparklers, poppers, and some that you throw at the ground to make them pop. The sounds coming from other areas were incredible-- it sounded like artillery from all directions, coming from private fireworks and displays done in nearby towns. Later there was ice cream, sweets, cookie- type things.
The group was mostly aged between 50-75 with sons of the host family and a woman with two children. All spoke English, Dutch, and other. Most had some British connection. (The church is English speaking Anglican, primarily people from the international community at The Hague and surrounding area.) We got home about 2am.
Traditional foods sold at this time: oliebollen and appelflappen
Oliebollen are balls of sweet dough with raisins,
currents which are deep fried--a bit like large donut holes.
Appelflappen are like a bismark but with an apple filling.
They sell them everywhere ( grocery stores, stands
in the street, at a stand outside the Garden Centre) but only at this time of
the year.
The traditions continue today with a leisurely day
( that started about 10am! ) watching the Vienna Philharmonic live concert and
then a skiing competition (the well-known one in Garmisch Partenkirchen in
Germany). . ...
Apparently for her the fireworks were the most impressive
and unusual part of our New Year’s Eve traditions. I must admit that at the
party there were no oliebollen nor appelflappen, due to the international character
of the partygoers as well as the nationalities of our host and hostess.
H A P P Y N E W Y E A R !!!
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