Easter in Regency England and the Easter Egg hop

How important was Easter to those who lived in England during the Regency? It mattered. The Easter Triduum – which begins with evening services on the Thursday and ends with evening services on Easter Sunday – is the highlight of the Christian year even today, and in the Regency era, Easter was primarily a religious festival, though with quite a few traditions involving food.

In Georgian and Regency England being a member of the Church of England was a prerequisite for having a government job, being a member of Parliament, or even (for much of the eighteenth century) being an officer in the army. Being seen at church, at least occasionally, was important. Officially, a person could be fined if they didn’t attend every Sunday, though the law was largely ignored. By the Regency era, the parish church was still the centre of community life, at least in rural England. In urban areas, church attendance was low among the working classes, in part at least because of insufficient room in the churches. “For example in 1821 the population of Sheffield was 60,000 but the number of church seats 4000, of which only 300 were unrented i.e. open for use by the poor.” (https://anglicanism.org/nineteenth-century-urbanisation-and-the-church-of-england-an-assessment)

So, apart from church, how would our Regency upper and middle class characters have celebrated Easter?

Let’s start with Lent. This is the period of preparation starting with Ash Wednesday, forty plus days before Easter. Lent was and is a period of abstinence, almsgiving, and prayer, and while the Lenten discipline was not as rigid in the Regency era as in earlier centuries, many of our characters would have simpler meals, hold and attend fewer or simpler entertainments, or mark the period in some other ways. The strict fast from meat, butter, and other luxuries was no longer kept, but devout people still kept Lent, and many still do today.

Lent ended with Good Friday, which marks the crucifixion and death of Jesus. One notable tradition for Good Friday is hot cross buns. Buns made with spices and butter had been made for many centuries, giving people a treat after the long fast from such things during Lent. According to a popular account, a twelfth century monk added a cross and handed them out after church for people to break their fast. Hot cross buns were eaten for breakfast on Good Friday, and that was still a tradition in my family when I was growing up.

In some parts of England, households baked a loaf on Good Friday and hung it somewhere in the kitchen until Good Friday the following year. In many cases, the year-old bread was ground into powder and used as medicine.

Easter Sunday was and is a day when practising Anglicans are expected to receive communion. Church service were well attended, and both the church and the parishioners dressed for the occasion. The church was decorated, and people wore new or refreshed clothing as a symbol of renewal and rebirth. For women, it might be as simple as a newly trimmed bonnet.

After services, it was time to go home for a good meal. Roast lamb was a popular choice for the central dish of the day, and sweet treats might include Simnel cake or Tansy pudding.

After that meal, the family might go out to a good egg rolling, if it was the custom in their area. Children would set a hard-boiled egg rolling down hill, and race it. In some places, they still do. Eggs were seen as a symbol of rebirth, but also, the strict fast of the medieval era excluded eggs from the diet, so being able to eat them again on Easter Sunday meant eggs had two reasons to be associated with Easter. The eggs were often dyed and decorated, which brings me to another tradition that still exists today – pace egging. Children in costume would perform traditional songs and plays, and be rewarded with eggs and small gifts.

Easter Egg Hunt

Easter egg hunts were a German tradition that became popular in England in imitation of Queen Victoria. Between April 1 – 5, this blog is part of the Annual Historical Easter Egg Hunt on line. My egg is shown above. Find out more at the Event page on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/1Awen348CS/, or jump to the next stop on the hop https://tesswrites.com/.

Secret Realm New Year’s blog hop

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Welcome to my blog.

Whether you are hopping through the blogs or are a regular visitor to these pages, today you can enter to win here, and click on through the blogs to enter for more great prizes. Or go to the event page, here.

Happy New Year. In 2016, I’m planning to publish at least three novels, plus at least two novellas and other shorter stories and vignettes. First up is a surprise with the Bluestocking Belles in March, to be announced in February (so watch for it. In May, I’m releasing Embracing Prudence, which tells the story of Prue and her colleague and lover David the thief taker—sorry: David prefers the term enquiry agent.

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Would you like to win Candle’s Christmas Chair, Farewell to Kindness, or A Baron for Becky? I’m giving away twelve ebooks through a Rafflecopter. To enter, all you have to do is read the excerpt below and answer the question. You’ll get a bonus entry for subscribing to my newsletter, and another for following me on Amazon. When Rafflecopter chooses the 12 winners, I’ll send them a message asking which books they want.

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Here’s the excerpt, from A Baron for Becky.

A Baron for BeckyBecky and Sarah were waiting when Lord Overton arrived at two o’clock, just as he had promised. Becky paused on the doorstep. He had borrowed a curricle from Aldridge; she recognised the horses. It would be a tight fit for the three of them.

Sarah had no such qualms, and was already down in the street, renewing her acquaintance with Prince and Brown Beauty, chattering away to the groom Lord Overton had also borrowed, another old acquaintance.

“We’ll tuck Sarah between us where she will be warm, and out of the wind,” Lord Overton said, correctly interpreting her concern. “Neither of you are large. We will fit.”

It was a tight fit, and at first Sarah shrunk away from Lord Overton. Soon, though, she was telling him everything she knew about the horses, as they made their way through the streets to the park, the groom up behind.

With his focus divided between Sarah and the horses, Becky was free to watch him, and to wonder what life would be like as his wife. If he continued to be kind and respectful, if he were not putting on an act, if this plan of Aldridge’s worked…

By the end of the drive, Sarah and Lord Overton were friends, and he cemented the friendship by producing sugar cubes for her to feed the horses. She went to her governess and the schoolroom in full charity with him.

Lord Overton stood in the hall, smiling, watching her skip up the stairs.

“Do you intend to charm me by charming my daughter, Lord Overton?” Becky challenged.

He turned, laughing. “Is it working, Mrs Winstanley?” Then, serious again, “But no, I wanted to charm her, as you call it, for her own sake. Is she always so quiet and good?”

“She does not take easily to strangers,” Becky said. Sarah had reason to be wary, and Becky would do well to remember it. Still, Lord Overton’s attempt to win Sarah’s favour was more to his credit than not.

He returned for dinner that night, and it became the pattern for their days: an outing in the afternoon, dinner in the evening, and afterwards, cards, chess, or reading together. And they talked. Lord Overton had read many of the same books she enjoyed. He agreed with her views on enclosure. She did not share his confidence in the military genius of General Wellesley, but acknowledged that his own background as an army officer gave him the edge in judging such a thing.

She asked about his estate, and about his daughters, who would be her daughters, too. Perhaps. If she dared…

And at night in her bed, she wondered whether his shoulders were as broad, his hips as slender, as they looked.

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But the hop isn’t over. There are more great prizes today, and even more in the days to come.

So thank you for visiting, and good luck at Lauren Royal’s website, on the next stop.

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Christmas Party Blog Hop

On 20th December (or 21st if you’re my side of the date line) I’m joining 24 other authors to invite you to join us and our characters on a Christmas party in the blogosphere.

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More news, and the list of places to party, will follow, but I just wanted to ask you whether you’d rather:

  1. visit with Candle Avery, his mother, and his nabob uncle for Christmas 1804. Candle’s love story, which I’ve been publishing as a serial while I wrote it, will be launched during the party, and will be free to download. It is set in the months leading up to Christmas 1805, so the possible blog post would be a prequel.
  2. have a description of the kind of games played at Christmas house parties in the late Georgian era.

(Or both. I have trouble with making choices, so often choose both.)

Thank you to the lovely Helen Hollick, author of the Sea Witch Chronicles, for organising the blog hop and inviting me to join.