Because it's my Name Day!

​I love the month of May for so many reasons not the least of which is that it brings my name day, the Feast of St. Sofia  (Św. Zofia, in Polish), on May 15.

When I woke up on that day my mother would sing out to me " Bo to dzisiaj imieniny!" ( "It's your name day!")  In Poland,  the most important day of the year for an individual was not their birth day but their name day, their imieniny, the feast day of the saint whose name one received in baptism.  I was baptized Zofia.  When I started first grade in America,  the nuns,  perhaps  to ease me into peer group acceptance, Anglicized my name and called me Sophie.  Sophie it stayed. To my mother and father I was  always Zosia, Zosiu or Zośka, the diminutive, affectionate forms of Zofia.

Chances are you may never have heard much of St. Sofia, a martyr of Rome, whose daughters were Faith, Hope and Charity.  It's a hugely popular name in Poland but not so much here in the United States. The only Zosia I knew when I was growing up were middle-aged and grandmother types, Polish women who had immigrated to America or were daughters of the earlier wave of Polish immigrants.   I didn't know a single Sophie who was roughly my age. I felt a bit of an oddball but what can you do.

In Poland it was, and still is, customary to offer the celebrant on their name day a bouquet of flowers, or a bottle of wine or a food gift but I didn't get any presents.  My mother sang me the little ditty, and quoted me a Polish proverb:  "Św. Zofia, kłosy rozwija." ("On St. Sophie, the ears of grain open.") At this time of year in Poland, the fields of wheat or oats or rye were unfurling, ripening.

 And then she'd announce it was safe to plant the vegetable garden. Year after year, this was her rule. She would wait until after my name day to begin burying the cucumber and beet seeds in the newly tilled ground.  How did she know this?  Because she was still planting on the old Polish beliefs associated with  another proverb: "Pankracy, Serwacy, Bonifacy to grożni  na ogrody chłopacy." ("Pancras,  Servatius and Boniface, are dangerous for the peasant's garden.")  The saints that are celebrated just before mine were Pancras(May 12), Servatius(May 13) and Boniface(May 14). They were known as the winter saints or ice saints who could still send a blast of cold wintery air at a time when everything was blossoming and was still tender growth.

I think of this because today is my name day but also because on the way home from church yesterday, what had started as a cool but sunny morning turned for the worse and with torrential rain and chunks of hail.  I guess Bonifacy had to have his say.

Looking back, I realize I did receive gifts from my mother on my Name Day. (1) I hear her voice still, singing to me each name day (2) I have my very own proverb and (3) I'm in possession of  a great gardening tip, a yardstick I use to measure when it's time to plant my own garden.
 
 

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