QuilotoaTIL knocker uppers were people who went around knocking on windows to wake people up in pre-alarmclock times.
“They wanted to get to church at a particular hour, or say their morning prayers early in the morning, because they thought that brought them closer to God.” There was often a sense of one-upmanship, she adds, in terms of who was up and at their prayers earlier than the next person.
Oh man, there’s some weird traditions in my hometown. If you were the last of the family to get up on Pentecost, my mum would call you basically a dumbass. Admittedly, I am still suspicious of this not actually being a tradition and rather just an excuse she came up with to insult us.
Another tradition is that on Easter Sunday, the local wind band would form small groups and walk through the streets to play Easter songs, starting at 5:30 in the morning.
I actually participated in that a few times and the only explanation I have for us not experiencing violence is that people still had to get dressed, while we already moved on to the next street.
How many Easter songs are there?
Is it just an all-winds rendition of “Here comes Peter Cottontail”, marching towards you at the ass crack of dawn? Because that sounds almost like something out of a horror movie.
Well, I’m from Germany, so we probably have different songs here.
We had a booklet of maybe twenty songs or so. Although, I couldn’t tell you how specifically Easter these songs were, as we usually just had the title to go off of, and I didn’t know the majority of these songs.
They were certainly old-timey songs, probably collected over the course of centuries…