|Boats like these sailed from Amsterdam to Leiden. |
Engraving by A. van de Venne, ca. 1630.
|Delfshaven, where the Pilgrims embarked for New England in 1620. |
Engraving by Abraham Rademaker, 1725
These men and women are Christians who separated from the Church of England, otherwise known as the Pilgrims. They had fled
to The Netherlands in 1608 and after spending a year in Amsterdam,
a controversial split forced the group to divide from the Amsterdam
Separatists. Leading the charge, John
Robinson and William Brewster decided to move their remaining Separatists
(about 1/3 of the original population) to Leiden. For 12 years, the congregation lived and
worked in Leiden. Of the 100 members, about half of the
Pilgrims worked in Leiden’s booming
cloth industry. The textile industry
lived and thrived with the immigrant population and in 1612 more than 95,000
large pieces of cloth were made and stamped with Leiden’s
unprecedented seals of quality. Starting
in 1620, the Pilgrims started to emigrate.
They left to Delftshaven (a suburb of Rotterdam)
via the Speedwell, which took them to , where they met up
with the Mayflower. The Speedwell turned
out to be leaky and had to be sold; therefore, everyone climbed aboard the
Mayflower to make the famous solo voyage across the ocean. The Pilgrims created the first English
settlement in Southhampton,
Plymouth Colony. One year after the
Pilgrims left Holland they dined
and gave appreciation for a plentiful crop alongside their Native American
neighbors. This harvest feast of 1621 is
commemorated annually in America
on the fourth Thursday of November, Thanksgiving Day.
The day after my family and I returned from
my good friend from Germany,
Amy and her roommate, Andrea arrived in Leiden. The plans were to celebrate Thanksgiving in Europe,
no matter what. In anticipation of their
arrival, I had excitedly and purposefully cleaned my house all day. That’s the thing about living in The
Netherlands – I’m not sure if it’s my old home which isn’t properly sealed, the
fact that there is no central air or heat, and/or because we do not live far
from farmland (I always recall memories of my Grandmother complaining about
trying to dust her home in Lubbock, Texas) but when we go on vacation, no
matter how much I clean beforehand, I always come back to a dusty house,
smelling like dirt. Which, by the way,
is exactly what you want after you’ve traveled halfway across the world, or
rather, not-so-much. Either way, I was motivated to clean and by
the time my friends arrived on Wednesday evening, the house happily smelled
more like flowers than potting soil.
|Precious plunder courtesy of the American base|
My friends have friends who have access to the American military grocery store outside of
. They came armed with the most precious of plunder
– French’s Fried Onions, Stovetop Stuffing, Jiffy Cornbread Mix, and canned
pumpkin. To my excitement, I found
cranberries (marketed as “De power-bessen uit de USA!”) and sweet potatoes at our local
C1000 grocery store. Unfortunately, the
only turkey I have ever seen in the
country was walking around a petting zoo in Merenwijk, located within a bike
ride (or extremely motivated stroller walk) not too far from our house, so I
had already decided months ago, that the Barefoot Contessa's Lemon Chicken recipe was going to be our main dish of choice.
(Side note: I did learn from a
fellow mother that The Frankfurt,
does have turkeys around Christmas
time. You can find them at a special
butcher, for a special price. After
hearing the details, I think we will still just opt for chicken at Christmas
again.) Who knew turkeys were so. . .
|Our Thanksgiving Meal! (with chicken)|
We shopped at the grocery store the night before Thanksgiving with ease. Baby Girl went to school on Thanksgiving morning, and after a full day of work, V arrived home around With that, it wasn’t quite the typical Thanksgiving Day off, but the new format had its advantages. Amy, Andrea, and I divided and conquered the menu, and while rotating who was in charge of entertaining the kids, we cooked the entire meal in just a couple of hours. We gave the kids a small sample of each dish and put them to bed by . After Skyping my brother in
and wishing other family members a happy holiday, the four of us sat down to a
grown-up and uninterrupted meal around
that night. (Which was kind of
appropriate, since my family always ate our Thanksgiving meal early in the
afternoon – Central Standard Time).
Leiden still celebrates the American-Dutch relationship and can proudly boast that no fewer than nine of the American Presidents, including recent Presidents, George Bush and Barack Obama, descended from the Leiden Pilgrims. Every year at on Thanksgiving morning, a non-denominational Thanksgiving Service is held at the historic St. Pieterskerk in
Leiden. The was founded in 1997 and
illustrates the daily life of the Pilgrims while living in Leiden
The weekend was a successful and happy one. I enjoyed being able to mesh an American holiday with a life-long friend, on a new continent. We missed the Macy’s Day parade, but didn’t miss the Black Friday (or what is this. . . now Black Thursday afternoon?) specials. Amy and Andrea toured
Amsterdam during the
day, and we all feasted on leftovers and played card games at night when they
returned. As any fabulously creative
elementary school teachers would do – they took my imported American Christmas
decorations and helped me find the perfect method of decorating my Dutch home
with them, all of which occurred, the day after Thanksgiving! The Dutch are apparently pressured to not
decorate their homes for Christmas until after Sinterklaas on December 5th.
. . A rule we broke, of course, without knowing (like so many others), so in
the end, with our fake Christmas tree already up before beginning of December, we
had a jump-start on everyone else.
|Map of Leiden (detail) showing the Pieterskerk. |
John Robinson's house was just south of the
free-standing bell tower. Engraving by Pieter Bast, 1600.
A few hours before their train was scheduled to depart we even attempted a family photo-shoot in hopes of obtaining a Christmas-card-worthy-photo (nevermind the logistics of such things. . . there’s always email, right?). Amy, an amateur photographer, in a desperate attempt to turn the darkest room of our house into a successful photo, turned on all lights, brought in lamps from the other rooms, opened curtains, and then setup the family in front of our Christmas tree for the event. We all dressed up, but unfortunately, Mama’s excessive primping routine overlapped into Little Man’s morning nap time and while we did attempt to take what seemed to be about 500 photos, I can’t say there is a single one where both kids are smiling. (This is the fact of life, right? My mom always shook her head wisely. . . the more children and more dogs you try to take photos of. . . .) Oh well, the memories of my Thanksgiving ‘family’ making ridiculously goofy faces in attempts to entertain my children resulting in only making me and V laugh in spite of ourselves is priceless.
They rushed out the door and we said brief but meaningful goodbyes. Behind them, they left a multitude of happy memories and a precious box of Jiffy cornbread mix in my pantry.
There is little doubt in my mind that the Pilgrims may have learned a thing or two during their stay in
Leiden, which perhaps influenced
their thinking when creating the ideals and traditions of a new land and the
Mayflower Compact. One theory I ran across in my research is that perhaps the
Pilgrim’s idea of having a specific day dedicated to thanksgiving was influenced
by Leiden’s Onzet – the October 3rdcelebration of the Relief of Leiden from the Spanish, which of course, they
witnessed if not celebrated alongside their neighbors, for at least 12 years. Like the Pilgrims, I am thankful for the
perspective life has given me, the friends and family I have, the beliefs I
hold true to my heart, and to be able to celebrate it all, no matter where I