This morning I was reading Ali Smith's novel, Spring, and saw the words, "ancient hatreds". She's referring to Britain and Ireland.
I am thinking of the news I heard yesterday that my father's sister passed away. She was 94, had worked for many years as a teacher and then a school principal, was an excellent cook--she taught me how to make various kinds of knödel or dumplings--kept her windows so clean that I once touched the glass in disbelief because I doubted it was there. I have this picture of her at 9 years old with my father. Both are barefoot. She told me once that she thought it hilarious how hikers wore stout boots. She grew up in the mountains and knew that you could feel your way much better in bare feet.
She was pious and upstanding--and sustained by rage. No one could inveigh as she could. She stoked the flames of old grudges again and again. There was a particular family member she didn't want me to visit when I was in Austria, and she would unearth every last prejudice and slight at top volume to prove to me that I shouldn't go, and afterwards, when I had anyhow (because what did her long-ago battles have to do with me?), she would scold me again.
Here is my grandmother (her mother) inveighing. I have cropped her victim. In any case, everyone was her victim at one time or another. She could bear grudges for decades. Once, when R and I were in Austria, he bought a loden jacket in the village. She demanded to know where. Ach! Nein! Not there! Not from that cow! What I gathered from the ire and thunder she called down upon us was that the wife of the shop owner had insulted her when they were children. When R bought the loden jacket, she was in her 80s.
Ancient hatreds, yes. My grandmother wasn't even born a Zorn, but a Wolf. She came by her name too.
I have my own "anger management issues", though I've learned to recognize when they flare up and I nip them while I still can--thanks to twice weekly therapy a few years ago. (Not that I always succeed.)
What is this thing that makes people rage? That they can't resist whipping up? Does it make them feel more alive? Like they're protecting their territory? Do they feel so threatened that they have to make themselves look big?
I'm looking at the world news. Ancient hatreds, yes. Thank you for these words, Ali Smith.
Interesting footnote? When I dictated this into the computer (because I draft longhand), the program kept writing "ancient patriots" instead of "ancient hatreds".
On a sweeter note, since I was looking through old photos from Austria, here's me above the clouds. I am wearing boots.
This is a wonderful entry, Alice. Thank you.ReplyDelete
Thanks for reading, Anita!Delete
"Thank you for these words, Alice Zorn"ReplyDelete
Thank you, AnaMaria.Delete
Alice, I loved this. How amazing that your family name means "anger". (I know that mine shares a common Slavic root with "intestine" or "gut" and Kishka is a kind of rough sausage. Yikes.)ReplyDelete
And what a beautiful photograph of you in the mountains.
Well, you know how highly valued a good sausage is in certain cultures! Is it possible that you have an ancestor who was a master saucissier?ReplyDelete
Hmmm. I suspect not. But of course that could be investigated via fiction...Delete
What an interesting post. I wasn't aware of these different naming systems dependent on class. I come from Croatian peasant stock, and I'm told my surname, Prpic, means a man with a moustache. Wonderful photo of your dad and his sister.ReplyDelete
I read about this system years ago, don't recall the source and don't know how factually true it is--though in my case, it feels true.Delete
Imagine the moustache on your ancestor if it was such a predominant characteristic! Wow.
Au pays de Québec l’orthographe des noms et leurReplyDelete
application sont devenues des choses incertaines. Une
population dispersée dans un vaste pays demi-sauvage,
illettrée pour la majeure part et n’ayant pour conseillers
que ses prêtres, s’est accoutumée à ne considérer des
noms que leur son, sans s’embarrasser de ce que peut
être leur aspect écrit ou leur genre. Louis Hémon, Maria Chapdelaine.
In other words, in the past in rural Quebec, a name like Anne could become Anger simply because names were passed on orally by illiterate people.
As well: many difficult-to-pronounce-in-English names were butchered by apparently literate Canadian immigration officials.Delete
The system of naming as I describe it isn't a hard and fast rule, simply a way of explaining how *some* names came into being.