June, Ode’imin Giizis “heart-berry moon”

It is rare that I publish one writer two days in a row, but there was some serendipity this week. I post on Thursdays from “international” writers — my personal point of reference being the United States. Some of these were a part of the original book “Gifts in Open Hands — More Worship for the Global Community,” others I gather different times and different ways. So I intended to post Matthew Stevens who represents First Nations Canada on Thursday, May 29 with the biblical reflection, “What Wood Jesus Do.” By mistake I published it yesterday.

He then sent this wonderful reflection which must be published now! It’s sets the northern hemisphere folks up for June — the heart-berry month and for reflecting on strawberries as a “traditional part of the life-cycle.” Also at the end of this reflection, Matthew talks about faith community and faith growth (in an era of faith-fragment and church decline) — all around the humble June berry, and it resonates so very much for me as I think about  what church means.

And finally, a word about this blog. It was begun two years ago on Pentecost as a way to keep Pentecost voices alive all year and I published twice a week prayers, poems and liturgy from a global community and my own prayers occasionally to respond to news of the day.

The second Pentecost year I moved to three regular postings. Monday was part of a series of gifts of writers for the church. The first half of the year used creative liturgy from the LukeRetold project and the second half prayers from Maria Mankin and my new book From the Psalms to the Cloud — Connecting to the Digital Age. Thursday has been a dedicated international posting and Friday or Saturday a poem of mine. There have been wonderful other occasional postings sent in by readers. Please share with me here whether this blog should continue into it’s third Pentecost year and what you might like to read here.

But now … heart berries.

Oh The Humble June-Berry!

June is just around the corner! Okay, that’s not likely to come as a particular revelation to anyone who owns a calendar. But, I’m so excited! Don’t forget that tucked within June’s bountiful apron pockets are fresh, field-grown, strawberries!

Yes, I know. Even in the small town where I live strawberries can unexpectedly show-up in the market at almost anytime of the year – including Christmas. I suppose that strawberries imported from California, Mexico, Chile, or as far away as South Africa are all very nice. But, they’re just not the same thing as I recall from my childhood. There’s simply no comparison to those wonderfully warm little berries, picked on a sunny June morning at the very height of ripened perfection, from that field just down the road and across the creek.images-1

From my mother I first knew strawberries as “heart-berries”, and you need only look at one to understand that origin. Subsequently I learned the Anishinaabe name for the June, “Ode’imin Giizis” literally means “heart-berry moon”, while the Haudenosaunee translate the same idea as Awˆhihte’. Many First Nations regard strawberries among the first gifts of Creator for the health of humanity, and more recent scientific research confirms the medicinal value. The use of strawberries remains an honoured part of ceremonies, and a traditional element of the life-cycle.

For me the ripening of local strawberries also anticipates the return of strawberry shortcake. Now, there is of course all manner of factory produced and blister-packed cakes that attempt to pose as shortcake. Sorry folks, just ain’t the genuine article! Particularly those little round three inch jobbies that resemble drink-coasters. For SHORTcake to be genuinely SHORT, by definition it needs to contain some form of SHORTening. That seems a fairly obvious requirement to me, but in this faux-food era it seems to be routinely overlooked. The shortcake should also be just lightly sweetened so as to not detract from the berries, and served at room temperature – not straight out of the fridge!

Apart from an essential appreciation of proper strawberry shortcake I received in childhood, my culinary education was further enhanced early in my ministry, when I was appointed a student minister to a rural pastorate in the Kawartha region of south-central Ontario. For decades one of the churches had essentially sustained itself on the strength of two annual fundraising events – the Fall Harvest Dinner, and the June Strawberry Social. The memories associated with both events are precious to me, and everything else pales to my vivid remembrances of the latter.
Military generals could easily learn a thing or two about logistical support from the planning associated with the Strawberry Social. Perfected over generations of active involvement, every family knew precisely what was expected of them, and exactly when their services would be required. Everyone was part of a team, and every team was responsible for just one job. The most crucial task fell to the community elders, for if the correct date wasn’t accurately predicted well in advance the whole event could fail. With the combined experience of hundreds of years farming, they always seemed to select the very day when both the crop and weather co-operated.

An early sign of the impending festivities could be witnessed in the sudden materialization on the side lawn of the church, of saw-horses and barn-boards from every farm in the area. On the morning of the appointed day these items, along with stacks of wooden folding-chairs retrieved from the former buggy-shed, would be expertly assembled into dining facilities. Long rolls of oil- cloth tablecloths completed the transformation, held in place by centre-pieces of fresh-cut wild flowers.
Just as these preparations were completed, a horse-drawn wagon from the local Mennonite community would come to a stop in front of the church. A gentleman with a full beard and wearing a wide brimmed straw-hat would step down from the wagon, and from the rear extract the first of the hams ordered for the event. With an uncanny coincidence a farm pickup would pull in behind the wagon, and after helping to unload the rest of the hams, this gentleman would take hold of an enormous hand-crank meat slicer. Patiently over the next hours he would slice the hams, in the process releasing throughout the whole church a delicious fragrance of maple-sugar curing.

By mid-morning the pickers would arrive to turn over their carefully gathered bounty to those engaged with washing, hulling, and slicing the strawberries. Despite the care taken in picking the berries, quality control now soared to an even more enhanced level, systematically rejecting any mark or blemish. Over the ensuing hours of good natured banter and laughter basin after basin were piled high with luscious prepared fruit. Originating in farm-kitchens throughout the area, elsewhere in the kitchen another team completed the mountains of assorted salads that would accompany the sliced ham. As all of these wonderful smells mingled, and so too did the cheerful voices of people happily working together for a common cause.

Last, but by no means least, and hot from dozens farm-ovens, came the actual shortcakes and fresh dinner-rolls. The fragrant melange wafting from the church kitchen was absolutely mouth- watering, and is firmly etched in my memory today thirty years later. The scene was made complete with entrance of the dairy-farm contingent, bearing metal pails filled with fresh whipping cream. Within moments of their arrival the insistent throb of large mix-masters could be heard in close proximity to every available electoral outlet in the church.

Initially I assumed folks were just being polite when all my sincere offers of assistance were routinely met with sentiments such as “…perhaps you could sell tickets.” or “…we’d like you to offer grace” or “…you can be our host.” When greater persistence on my part only yielded me a job directing parking, I must confess to feeling a bit hurt and slightly miffed. However, after witnessing my first Strawberry Social, I quickly recognized that the efforts of anyone untrained in this elaborate choreography would be more akin to distraction than assistance. Over the years of my ministry however I progressed from the parking lot; through a stint with the clean-up and take-down crew; to ultimately achieve the esteemed role of a senior dishwasher. I had arrived!

Looking back from these current days when congregations are aging, and events such as the Strawberry Social are rapidly being relegated to a bygone time, I realize how very fortunate I was to participate. Yes, fundraising was part of the rationale, but I’m genuinely convinced that they were far more importantly community building events. When people are entrusted with accomplishing a specific responsibility, and not over-burdened with a multiplicity of unrelated tasks, there is joy to be found working in tandem with team-mates. The laughter and chat shared over a task is the cement that holds communities together.

In a similar vein, some families who first stopped at the Strawberry Social to grab a bite to imageseat on the way to their Kawartha cottage, became regular members of our summertime congregation. During the ensuing years their now adult children travelled from the city to be married, or have their children baptised in their summer church home. They in turn brought others seeking an alternative lifestyle, each contributing something unique to the community they helped to form. Not a bad accomplishment for some berries that only last less then a month.

Oh The Humble June-Berry!

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18 Responses to June, Ode’imin Giizis “heart-berry moon”

  1. rezrevres says:

    A great big thank you is due to Maren Tirabassi for the untold hours she has invested in maintaining this blog, and inviting others to share in it with her. For many of us it has helped connect us with like-minded colleagues around the world, providing often much needed assurance that we’re not alone in our thoughts and concerns. Ministry can at times be a rather lonely space to inhabit, particularly for clergy attempting to maintain a more balanced theological perspective. I trust that everyone who’s contributed material, and enjoyed the writings of others will let Maren know what this blog has meant for them. I sincerely hope it will continue as a forum – although I feel a little guilty in thus condemning Maren to additional untold hours of work in the future.

  2. Mark Rideout says:

    Maren,
    I have no doubt that this blog takes much time and effort, creative, reflective, discerning….and probably at points, with deadlines and decision, there might just be an anguished sigh!

    The daily sharing is a blessing to receive, to read, to digest, to share. The offerings are received with gratitude. Often, I have to stop, totally, and offer a words of thanks to the writer, and the Writer! I have included a posting as a “take home” in Sunday bulletins; at times a posting can spur my comments in a church newsletter, and if I ever figure out Facebook, and other social media option, there will be other outlets for sharing.

    Did I say, please continue! Yes! Another year would be a wonderful gift.
    And, thank you for using this tool to help me, and so many others, weave the web of faith with such Spirit-filled threads.

    Blessings!
    ~mark rideout

    • Maren says:

      Thank you, Mark, for that affirmation and the information that these pieces are used elsewhere — though I know that from you. I will be pondering how best to shape things, whether or not to try to encourage more writers, what new “tongue” I might try this year.

  3. This is a lovely post, I enjoyed it, but it is quite distant from my own suburban church experiences, where the strawberry social was only a dessert party, and was happening in every church in town, one more thing on busy church social calendars, in a model of life that was warm, friendly, and part of a world where non-working women loved get togethers at the church, and where families who rarely ate out, enjoyed eating at church, so unlike the world I live in now. . At our church suppers, which are for funds but also to hold onto this now-gone world, the crowd isn’t even from our town, let alone our church (whose members are all at work in the kitchen). And I am left wondering what it all means.
    As for your blog, oh please do continue! I love best your poems, many of which I use elsewhere. I look for them each week, such a gift! My reactions to the diversity of others are mixed and the liturgical bits do not work in my context. But the global community you have created is precious to me, as it must be to all.

    • Maren says:

      Thanks, Nancy. I am seeing that the poems are the most read items, perhaps the ones that respond to news. And the global community. Yes, that’s very helpful as I re-consider. It is actually nice to have a time — Pentecost — built in as a time to review. Especially when I don’t let it sneak up on me as it has this year!

  4. dabar96 says:

    As an oft-outed logosphile, I find many of the posts here to be quite generative in ways that much of the blogosphere and this whole W-W-W thing simply aren’t. I am deeply grateful for the way that you gather, send-out, and connect the words, hearts, and lives of others every week. I happen to think that these functions are the core of what church is intended to be. “Praise God, from whom all blessings flow…”

  5. Joyce Miller says:

    Thank you for your ministry, Maren. Today’s offering was so evocative. I grew up in a larger VT town surrounded by farming communities. Those villages held the sorts of dinners the writer describes, but even 60 years ago they were fast disappearing.

    What I hope won’t disappear is your blog. I so look forward to the emails from Gifts in Open Hands. I read them before anything else, as part of my morning devotional time. I, too, connect most deeply with your poems and, as another reader said, often share them with other folks at church and on Facebook.

    Peace,
    Joyce Miller

  6. Gayle Murphy says:

    Maren, I look forward to your postings and have shared it many with people who might also enjoy them; through worship, to Strawberry Festival Chairs, friends. I know this is a tremendous amout of work, but I would love to have you continue your blog.

    • Maren says:

      Thanks so much. I think I will — having so many responses today and just decide how to do so — what shape this year will take.

  7. Cheryl Hoffman says:

    I love getting your offerings. I don’t read every one, but always feel good when I see the name pop up on my email screen. I especially love your poetry, but I have also enjoyed getting overseas perspectives.

    Love,

    Cheryl

    • Maren says:

      Thank you Cheryl (and oh, yes, I certainly don’t read every installment of every blog!) I think that I will bring it back to two regular days instead of three a week, as well as when others share or when there is an incident in the world to which I wish to respond.Have a blessed day.

  8. Michelle Carmody says:

    Thank you for the wonderful work you do with this blog. I appreciate it and just last Sunday used your road to Emmaus poem, You Are What You Break, as my sermon inspiration.
    I love that you include such a diverse group of writers and storytellers.

  9. Gail Orlando says:

    Maren, I don’t always read the blog the same day it is posted. Sometimes, I get behind by a week or more. I do enjoy your emailing them to me and hope you do continue this blog. Often, during my lunch break at work, I will catch up on a couple of them. I appreciate all your effort and the postings by so many others. Thank you for allowing so many of us to be a part of this blog.

  10. Maren says:

    Thank you so much, Gail. You and Dick are the two in the congregation who receive this. I do enjoy doing it and I think I’ll continue — probably twice instead of three times a week.

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