We’re all living in Amerika, Amerika, Amerika … Coca-Cola and sometimes war.


For the next phase of the plan I can really use your help, dear readers.

Please share your personal and family traditions associated with the American holidays I’m basing the 2019 Bakcheion calendar on.

Foods, games, songs, handicrafts, superstitions, recollections, etc. All that good folkish shit. I’m doing the relevant academic research but I’d much rather have material from real people to draw on.

Then it’s just a matter of giving it a proper Dionysian overlay (and incorporating the customs and practices detailed in our aitia) and then we’ll have something fan-fucking-tastic to play with this year.

I hope you will.

In fact, if you send me pics and write-ups of your festive observances I’ll throw them up on the site.


  1. I’m going to be honest. I can’t think of a single thing other than the generic stuff. My family was culturally dead. My mother’s family didn’t even celebrate Three King’s Day


  2. We had salmon on the Fourth of July. I have to go through my family and ponder this. We have been on the continent since 1620. (NE and CAN). My husband’s family was PA Dutch, so we have those traditions.


      • New Years – German: ate sourkraut, ham, and beans. New Year’s Eve – Chinese take out. Wash. Birthday (Feb. 22): cherry pie and fireworks. (trad. observance was fireworks.), Fourth of July was family reunion with salmon, corn, watermelon seed spitting (not contest, just seed spitting). Spring, we ate burdock for to get our blood up (i.e. iron). Memorial Day – we cleaned family graves. Election Day – we had election day cake (sort of a pound cake for 30 people).

        One curious thing – when I lived in Bridgeport, CT, the local bagel bakery would offer bagels dyed green for St. Patrick’s Day.


  3. We always hauled out the flag, which was a mammoth, wool, 48-star version. Like flag display, voting was mandatory. Barbecuing was a must for the summer holidays, and I think we upped the ante from burgers to steak.

    I see our secular holidays lacked much that was folkish, but we did have a curious Greek custom we followed on Easter.


  4. Growing up, we always had a baked pasta dish with hard boiled eggs in it, every holiday. My grandma used the recipe (including the sauce) that her mother and grandmother (and maybe farther back) used. That family line came from Italy to America in 1907 and my grandma still remembered Italian spoken in the home. It means a lot to her to be Italian and that dish in particular seems to really make her feel connected to those roots/her family. She makes it for me when I go home for a visit even though its not a holiday. As for anything else, I would say the same as Tetra about being culturally dead.

    In my family currently, we’re struggling with creating traditions because neither of us were raised with any. We have secular ones right now, which is a start, but religious ones are proving harder. Work in progress!


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