Further that evidence that Catholics are the only ones that truly know how to throw a party!
From Around the Year with the Trapp Family (1955):
January 6 to Ash Wednesday
Saint Catherine closes the door of the dance hall until the three Holy Kings throw it wide open again,” is a saying in the Catholic countries. This means that with the feast of St. Catherine (November 25th), the Church enters the “closed time.” In these weeks good Christians are not allowed to attend public dances and are not supposed to have a big festive wedding celebration.
There are two such closed times –between November 25th and Christmas, and again between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday. In former times the weeks of Advent were called “the little Lent,” and the people fasted almost as carefully as they would in the “big Lent.” (“Big” only because it lasted longer.)
Fasting during the “little Lent” is all but forgotten now, but the character of this closed time is still very much respected in Catholic countries.
In order to make up for these two periods of abstinence from dancing and merry-making, there is sandwiched in between a time that is, on the contrary, even dedicated to dancing and feasting of any kind. In Austria these weeks are called “Fashching.” In Latin countries they are known by the name of “Carnevale.” The Latin name is usually translated as “Meat–farewell!” (“Carne–Vale!”). As we know, one main feature of fasting is usually abstinence from meat.
Here in the United States we have come across the word “Carnival” almost exclusively in connection with the Mardi Gras celebration in New Orleans, so that people have the idea that Carnival is celebrated only on the day before Ash Wednesday (“Mardi Gras,” or “Fat Tuesday”). This, however, is not so. Carnival is a season extending over several weeks. It is not equally long each year, depending on whether Easter falls earlier or later; but it always begins January 6th and ends at midnight before Ash Wednesday.
Nobody could stand a Thanksgiving Day dinner every day of the year. There can only be mountains if there are also valleys. It is a pity that the Reformation (aka the Revolt!) did away not only with most of the sacraments and all of the sacramentals, but also, unfortunately, with the very breath of the Mystical Body — that wonderful, eternal rhythm of high and low tide that makes up the year of the Church: times of waiting alternate with times of fulfillment, the lean weeks of Lent with the feasts of Easter and Pentecost, times of mourning with seasons of rejoicing. Modern man lost track of this. Deep down in the human heart, however, is imbedded the craving to celebrate, and, in a dumb way, the other craving to abstain, perhaps to atone. In general, these cravings are no longer directed in seasonal channels, as they are for the Catholic, or even for the aborigine who participates in some tribal religious belief. So modern man one day– any day — gets up and says, “Let’s celebrate!” And without any warrant, he decrees that his town from now on will have a festival on, let’s say, August 18th; and as he can dance and eat and drink on any day between January 1st and December 31st, the most he will experience is “a good time.” But he will never be able to “celebrate a feast.”
It should be our noble right and duty to bring up our children in such a way that they become conscious of high tide and low tide, that they learn that there is “a time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance.” The rhythm of nature as it manifests itself in the four seasons, in day and night, in the individual’s heartbeat and breathing–this rhythm we should learn to recognize, and to treat with more reverence. Modern man has become used to turning day into night and night into day according to his whim or pleasure. He has managed to lose contact completely with himself. He has lost the instinct for the right food and drink, stuffing himself with huge quantities of the wrong things and feeding himself sick. But worst of all, and this sounds almost ridiculous, in the process of growing up he forgot the right kind of breathing. Only babies nowadays know how to breathe. Every voice teacher can prove this sad truth.
Again, it is our faithful friend, Holy Mother Church, who leads her children first back to nature in order to make them ready to receive supernatural grace. “Gratia supponit naturam.”
Looked upon in this light, the weeks of Carnival are a most necessary time for the individual as well as for families and communities. This period is set aside for us to “let off steam,” “to have a good time.” And for this we need company. Therefore, Carnival is most obviously the season for parties and family get-togethers, to which the married children come home as they do for Thanksgiving Day dinner–with the avowed intention of having that good time together. (Children who grew up this way and for whom Carnival has become a cherished tradition will always gladly return once a year for this happy purpose.) Carnival is the time to be social, to give and to receive invitations for special parties. It is the time to celebrate as a parish group, perhaps once every week, maybe on Sunday afternoon. Again, from long experience, I must say: All these parties must have someone who plans and shapes them and — very important — terminates them. It is a requirement for a successful party to know when to stop. “Whoever feasts too long gets disillusioned,” said an old proverb, and “A little less would have been more” is the verdict on many an unsuccessful social event. Therefore, one person, or a small committee (small, mind you!), should make the plans: where to meet and when, for how long, what to eat and drink, and what the topic of the evening will be.
Spent like this the weeks of Carnival seem to fly. Every day the family is eagerly looking forward to the evening’s program, whether it be singing or folk dancing or playing games or masquerading.
One more feature of Carnival time is the food and drink, the specialties of the season. To understand the special character of Carnival pastry — why it is always fried in deep fat, why it is full of eggs and milk and meat — we have to go back to the beginning when Lent was really the time of fast and abstinence, when it was forbidden not only to eat meat, but also milk and cream and everything made thereof, such as butter and cheese. The closer Ash Wednesday came, the more housewives tried to clear the kitchen and pantry of the forbidden goods. As these included any kind of lard and fat, they were used in these last days to make those delicious “Faschingskrapfen,” a kind of glorified jelly doughnut.
The last three days before Ash Wednesday everywhere, not only in Austria, but also in other countries, pancakes (“Palatschinken” in Austria) were eaten, obviously merely because eggs and butter and milk had to be finished off before the fasting began, and pancakes took care of a great many eggs and much milk and butter! These last days before Ash Wednesday are the climax of Carnival. In the Catholic countries, where Lent afterwards would be taken seriously, work was stopped. People made merry practically day and night. In South America it still seems to be this way, according to stories we have heard in Rio! The last day of Carnival is “Mardi Gras” or “Faschingsdienstag” or “Fat Tuesday.” This should be a big celebration, if possible of the whole parish together, or a circle of friends, and everything which one did during the previous weeks should be done just once more. “Once more this dance!” “Once more this song!” “Once more this game!” — until twelve o’clock sharp. When the clock strikes twelve, in the middle of the dance, according to the good old tradition, one should stop and the whole group should kneel down and say one “Our Father” together and then, rising up, say, “I wish you a blessed season of Lent” and go home.
It has to be experienced to be fully believed, but there is a great blessing on such a Carnival time, shared in a family. To have spent a good Carnival will finally prove to the greater honor and glory of God, in enabling us to spend a good Lent!