‘In the Shadow of the Moon’

The Experience of Eclipse Viewing

‘I mentally registered a vow, that, if a future opportunity ever presented itself for my observing a total eclipse, I would give up all idea of making astronomical observations, and devote myself to that full enjoyment of the spectacle which can only be obtained by a mere gazer.’

Warren de la Rue, written in 1860, after watching a total solar eclipse in Spain.

This is an account of eclipses, woven around people’s personal stories and my research into the experience of eclipse viewing. It’s drawn from an essay which I wrote in 2006, for my post-graduate diploma at the University of Bath Spa. I’m swiftly blogging this version, ahead of the 95% solar eclipse which is due to reach the British Isles on August 12th, 2026.

In August 1999, I missed the total solar eclipse which took place in the UK. I was staying in rural Russia at the time, and although I briefly watched a television report, showing a Russian commentator picturesquely framed against the background of St Michael’s Mount in Cornwall, I experienced nothing of it at first hand except for a faint, strange twilight for an hour or so. Local people were slightly surprised, as many of them weren’t aware of its occurrence. But once I returned home and heard people’s stories of seeing the eclipse, I began to wish that I too had witnessed it. And when I embarked on an MA study course in Cultural Astronomy and Astrology a few years later, I thought it might make a good subject for my preliminary dissertation.

I set about interviewing friends and acquaintances, both in person and by email, to learn about their experiences of eclipse viewing. And in early 2005, I was invited to join two British travel agents who were acquaintances of mine on their trip to Cappadocia in Turkey. They were preparing to lead a tour the following year in March 2006 for eclipse-chasers to view a total solar eclipse over the region. If I liked, I could go with them on their reccy. I did like, and learnt something about how such a tour might be organised – best viewing point, alternative one if bad weather intervened, and so on. (Eclipse tourism is a subject in its own right!)

What follows here is a selection from how people spoke and wrote about their experiences of eclipse viewing, both solar and lunar eclipses. I asked a variety of questions, which need not be listed here, as I think the responses speak for themselves. The original essay contains much about methodology, the selection process, and more about the history of eclipse expeditions and research. (A version of it was later published in the journal Correlation, guest editor Nicholas Campion, vol 24 2006-7). But I will here just list the range of places from which people had witnessed an eclipse, which was astonishingly varied: UK, Canada, USA, Turkey, Greece, Ireland, Australia, Germany, Sumatra, South Africa and France. And who they had witnessed it with, took on a deep significance for some of them – for instance, watching the eclipse with a group of fellow meditators on the edge of Dartmoor, gathering with crowds of viewers on Parliament Hill, London, and viewing with local inhabitants on a tropical island.

Mike and Karen, British tour operators surveying the best place to bring their eclipse chasers for a forthcoming solar eclipse in Cappadocia, Turkey. The terrain was wild and rugged.

Everyone who I spoke to or corresponded with had something to say about the experience. What follows are extracts from their accounts, which I hope will prove just what a significant occasion it can be. Also to add in here is the fact that the ‘missed eclipse’ can be surprisingly important. I’ve already mentioned my own missed opportunity in 1999, which left a kind of sadness in my memory.  Two of my respondents bitterly regretted not taking themselves off to Cornwall for the totality, thereby missing the full sense of occasion. And one woman expressed her lifelong regret that her mother had refused to allow her to watch a solar eclipse as a child because she had measles and was told to rest her eyes: ‘I was desperate to see it, but she wouldn’t let me…I was in a darkened room, and she and the other children were out on the steps.’ There was also disappointment for those who tried but failed when conditions weren’t right. One person waited in vain for cloud to lift in the 1999 eclipse in Ireland: ‘Not being able to detect the last solar eclipse was incredibly disappointing, but I’m not quite sure why. A sense of bereavement almost.’

Only one person reported seeing an eclipse entirely by accident, which was Mike, the travel agent in Turkey who had just finished work at 3am in the morning. ‘I came out on my own and I was facing the Mediterranean and the moon was just right there over the…sea…looking very beautiful, and all of a sudden the shape of the moon started to change. And you could see the shadow just come right across the moon, until the moon completely disappeared, and it was gorgeous. Really gorgeous.’

Shadow of Moon and Earth

At the time of a solar eclipse, we are in fact standing in the shadow of the moon. The literal approach of the shadow impressed one of my informants: 

‘I could see the shadow of the moon sweep over the mountain and across the valley, plunging us into a twilight darkness.’

But then, like most of those who recounted their experiences, it was the actual mood and nature of the event which impacted them most, rather than the purely visual observations. The person continues:

‘I felt a sort of psychic shock, it seemed that while the light of the sun was blocked, a dark sort of energy, that is always there, was radiating out and through me, as if I was mostly a skeleton in a dark light. This dark light seemed to be more warm and gentle than the noise of the bright sun light. In that quiet, it seemed one could see a little further beyond one’s personal situation, like a gentle warm future dark space beyond the claustrophobic teenage psychological space I was in at that time.’

Another report says something similar:

‘The speed of the shadow was unexpected. I realised that it represented the speed at which the earth was turning. I’d never felt that before. The depth of it: like falling off a cliff into deep cold water. The usual world I know taken away and replaced with something unknown.’

The shadow also seemed to have a mythic quality – the ‘heavy presence’ of a ‘giant bird’ which ‘had just flown over our heads’, or in another case: ‘The deep shadow rushed headlong across the fifteen miles of land…To my husband …it was like a huge black wing; to me, like the chariot of Dis.’ One person mused: ‘Strange to think that we were on the thing casting the shadow!’

Darkness and Light

The loss of the sun’s light has been considered as fearful over the course of history, and today’s modern, knowledgeable viewer is not entirely immune from the power of the eclipse to frighten us.

‘I did give myself a frisson of fear by imagining – for a dark moment – that the sun was being obscured as though a huge stone was being rolled into the entrance of a cave.’

‘Even I have felt a little childish uncertainty eating away at my mind, something which whispers, ‘Now you’ve seen the sun almost disappear in broad daylight, are you sure it won’t happen again?’

A woman who was watching the eclipse from the roof of her house, went back inside to fetch something, and felt: ‘The light was all wrong. It was not like a cloudy day – there was a very, very strong feeling in the house that something was not right…. It was scary.’

Solar eclipses have long been associated with myths of death and sacrifice, and one person who was watching the eclipse at the former concentration camp of Dachau had a strong sense that ‘down in the blackness was a victim being sacrificed on a slab of stone by the executioner.’ However, when pondering the meaning of the eclipse later, she decided that: ‘The sacrifice was symbolic and behind it lies the meaning of the eclipse. Death and life are intertwined. In life there is death and in death there is life.’

And in that context, as another observer remarked: ‘They [eclipses] always seemed to remind me of death. In that orange light, there seems to be a gentle reminder of the cycles of death, of its strong but gentle qualities….If our lives are like a spiral coil, then death are (sic) the alternating bands on that spiral coil’

Although respondents often found eclipses disturbing or unsettling, this was not the only response. One person found ‘a grace and benevolence’ there, and another noted: ‘I…rather enjoyed this extra twilight and felt very peaceful….The sun eclipse calmed me.’ Or, indeed, both reactions may be combined within one viewing;  a report that the preliminary phase of a lunar eclipse was ‘dreamy but scary,’ but ‘when the eclipse totalled, the atmosphere changed. It became very calm, and I had the sense of being held in a firm comforting grip.’

An illustration from the alchemical text, ‘Splendor Solis’, 1582

Stillness and Silence: Nature Goes Awry

‘As it got darker and chillier, our two dogs were showing signs of anxiety, so we shut them up indoors. The chickens went doolally.’

For over 750 years, people have likewise been writing about the strange behaviour of animals during eclipses, as this correspondent did; according to an 18th century French astronomer visiting London to view an eclipse, horses simply ‘lay down’ on the road. The same person also noted that as the light started to return, ‘a sparrow hawk whizzed past at waist-height and grabbed a small bird…out of the air.’ Several other people observed that birds went quiet and roosted, but in some cases however, said that they started to feed in a frenzy, or to sing wildly at the beginning or end of the eclipse.

‘It was that sense that everything was stilled, and hushed, and the birds stopped singing, and it was like the animals that run away before an earthquake. It had that sort of magnitude, and impact.’

Indeed, the stillness and silence were a part of the ‘unnatural’ quality of the event: ‘It got darker, and went quiet, like death.’

Sometimes it was noted that other people watching the eclipse also fell silent, thus intensifying the experience. However, other respondents felt cheated of those precious moments of silence by crowds who were shouting, cheering, letting off fireworks or playing rock music. With the arrival of smart phones, too, the multitude of flashing lights as people try to take photos has proved a huge nuisance factor. Smart phones apart, though, this behaviour is probably rather traditional. As Weil, an earlier writer remarked: ‘Once, I saw people applaud the sky….The applause was not so much a welcome to the reappearing sun as a joyful thank-you to nature for putting on such a glorious show.’

Are we still grateful, in this so-called modern scientific world? It seems we are: gratefulness for the return of the sun is still a part of our own response to the passing of an eclipse. ‘The sun returning felt like a relief – all the birds woke up and it seemed like a new beginning.’

Time out of Joint

Previous commentators have noted how the sense of time may alter during eclipses:

Weil continues his report from Mexico:

‘Time did not flow. I have no way of comparing those three-and-a-half-minutes of clock time to any other three-and-a-half-minute interval I have experienced.’

Among my informants, one remarked that an eclipse is ‘stopped time’, and another suggested that the experience involves the ‘suspension of the normal laws of space and time’, resulting in ‘a sudden shift to a different state of being.’ Another commented that ‘the full eclipse was short, it seemed like seconds not minutes.’ It seems that the distortion of the sense of time can go either way.

The Physiological Impact of an Eclipse

In the questionnaire, I asked: ‘Do you think that eclipses….may influence us in physiological…ways?’

One informant made the ingenious suggestion that the darkness of an eclipse might increase the accident rate and another that the effect might be similar to that of the moon creating tides. Several considered that eclipses might affect our internal rhythms.
‘I do think (from my own experience) that they have a physiological/psychological effect to do with messing with the biological clocks.’
‘At one point in the evening after the eclipse, I found myself referring to “yesterday evening”, by which I meant the short period of darkness that day during the eclipse! So in that way I was confused like the birds were.’
And after watching the total solar eclipse of 1999 a third person said that it had been ‘disorientating’, saying: ‘I felt tired afterwards as if a night had passed in a few minutes….as if the clockwork of the normal course of things had slipped a gear.’


The Stories

Very few of my informants were unmoved by the eclipse. The overwhelming response was that of profound experience. Epithets used included ‘magical’, ‘miraculous’, ‘moving’, ‘wonderful’, ‘amazing’, ‘beautiful’ and ‘mysterious’ for the inspiring effects, as well as ‘eerie’, ‘disorientating’, ‘weird’ and ‘scary’ for the more disturbing aspects.

For many, the experience of viewing an eclipse was a story in its own right, an unforgettable experience sometimes linked to events of personal significance or moments of personal revelation. The first two stories have remarkable similarities, with their allusion to Adam and Eve, and the intensifying of the bond between husband and wife, one of whom stood on the brink of death.

In the summer of 1989, this woman’s husband was dying of cancer, and they decided to make one last trip out of the house together to see the lunar eclipse at 3am in the morning:

‘We set the alarm, and we walked up that little hill, the round hill…and he was…struggling to get there, because it was the last walk of any distance he managed, you know. And we were holding hands all the time, and struggling. And it was a great effort to get up there. But finally, we did, and we had it all to ourselves. And it was magnificent!…we saw a magnificent star panoply. But also this huge ball, bronze ball, rolling across the sky….And we also saw a meteor and…we felt we were the only people in the world, like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. The whole show was just for us! Ah – so the wonder of …existence impacted on us powerfully, and we realised more than we had ever done before just how lucky we were to be given a chance of life.’

This correspondent watched the eclipse from her home in Cornwall. After the eclipse itself, she and her husband reviewed their lives:

‘We both had the same impulse, though I don’t remember who suggested it. It was an absolute compulsion to beat the bounds of our land; as it were to count, greet and name every living thing, like Adam & Eve. We had been reminded about how fragile life in the world is. We needed to reassure ourselves that we had come through.

‘The weather kept improving. With the dogs running round us, we walked round our three acres, the field, the little patch of woodland we planted, the cottage garden, orchard, hen-run, pond and willow brake. We paused at each of the burial places of our dogs and cats. Finally we went to the most enclosed patch of the vegetable garden….We sat there with mugs of tea, and made a kind of verbal inventory of the place, in thanks that everything was still here. Holding hands, we talked about our lives together….

‘My husband said it was like starting his life again. It had a wonderfully grounding and reassuring effect on me….After the eclipse, I was washed over by a wave of gratitude….I think all through our lives together, we shall try to recapture that still moment of grace.’

For one informant, an early experience of viewing an eclipse brought a significant degree of conflict into his life

‘When I saw the eclipse in 1978 I was a student at a fundamentalist Christian school. Our principal was an intense bigot who warned all the students not to stay at home and watch the eclipse. He said it was pagan and un-Christian to even acknowledge the passing of an eclipse. I knew he was once a science teacher and I asked him why not observe it as a natural science event? He said it would send the wrong impression to the younger students. During the eclipse he had all the students sit at their desks in the windowless room of the small private Christian school and pray against the evil of the event. I of course, and only one other student came to school late after viewing the eclipse and was scolded by the principle in front of all the other students for being a bad example; I replied I would do it again. I had all my recess and lunch privileges revoked and had to sit at my desk in detention for a week.’

Beginnings and Endings

Others found that the eclipse was a marking point in their lives, sometimes one at the end of a cycle.

‘I feel, though I did not realise it at the time, the eclipse I viewed pointed to the demise of my marriage.’ 

‘I had just that moment been given my redundancy notice from my job where I had worked for 9 years….This undoubtedly coloured my feeling which was of being cut off from the crowd on the roof and of cold.’

‘That summer it did seem to me that a phase in my life had concluded and come to a satisfactory end.’

One of the two women who watched the eclipse from Dachau found that her perspective shifted afterwards: ‘My earliest memories were of the war. I didn’t realise how deeply I still felt about the war until going to Munich and past Dachau etc. After the eclipse it was different and I was at ease with the Germans. It was CLOSURE. A door had closed and another one had opened.’

A beginning, rather than an end was also reported by, who watched three eclipses over a number of years, each of which ‘marked points where my personal understanding…deepened’ in relation to either science or astrology. He concluded that ‘…each event marked a point where a door was opening.’ Another respondent believes that eclipses are like the pause that marks the place between different musical movements.

Bonding with Others?

A crowded eclipses site in the USA. Some eclipse viewers delight in gathering with others in mass appreciation of the celestial phenomenon – others prefer to be alone, or with their nearest and dearest. The intrusion of flash photography has obviously grown since the introduction of smart phones. A couple of my informants found their viewing experience in China ruined by this.

The duality of aloneness and togetherness was apparent in many of the accounts, rather in the same way as the interplay of light/dark. Eclipses seem to remind us of our ultimate aloneness, as well as our capacity to bond with others. A person who watched the solar eclipse alone nevertheless ‘liked to think of all the people all over England and Europe who were doing the same thing.’ Another shared a ‘unique moment of companionship with the person I was with,’ while a further person concluded that by watching the eclipse with a group of fellow meditators ‘we were probably open to experiencing it more deeply’. A number had actually watched eclipses in a crowd, and seemed to enjoy being a part of this, sharing a mood that was ‘expectant’, ‘friendly’ or ‘joyous’.

On the other hand, there could also be the sense of being singled out in eclipse viewing, because of its impact on the individual.  There was ‘a feeling of it being very personal, as if no-one else was watching, that it was all set up for me.’ The different dimensions of being set apart from, and connected to others, are hauntingly described by a different viewer:

‘I remember in 2001 that whilst viewing a moon eclipse I was joined by another person, a stranger to me who noticed what I was doing and who decided to join me gazing. Then some other passer-by also joined us and then another couple too. We all stood there in silence watching the moon and I dare say there was a feeling of togetherness among us even though we were all strangers to one another. Even though it was freezing cold we enjoyed this novel gazing activity, each in their own way. Yet there were others who passed by, saw what we were up to, hardly glanced up to the sky, scoffed, and quickly went by their usual business as if afraid to look at the sky.’

A Sense of Scale

Eclipses, it was said in my survey, give us ‘a sense of scale’, reminding us ‘of our lowly place in nature’s scheme of things’. ‘We are part of a massive system’ in a ‘vast…cosmos’ it was observed, and the viewer can feel ‘very small, like a gnat on an orange.’ But this is not necessarily a bleak experience, since it can bring ‘a sense of mystery of the universe’, perceived as a ‘marvel’ which ‘has the ability to make one see more of the world around you’ and to ‘change perspective’ Perceptions arising from the eclipse experience can thus inspire new insights:

‘The way that there is a repeating pattern over such an enormous timescale, where the sun moon and earth come together as if in a formal dance, reminds me of those people who you meet once in your lifetime for a very short time to perform some sort of exchange, and then whiz off in your separate orbits again. It makes me think that there is a larger plan than just the one lifetime which a person seems to see.’

The Creative and the Sacred

The sense of awe or wonder described by a large majority of respondents may mean that for some, eclipse viewing is, or borders on being, a sacred experience. One correspondent had a sense that ‘the Holy of Holies’ was opening. Another likened the experience to ‘entering meditation’. A few felt the urge to turn the energy generated by an eclipse experience into creative expression. One woman, a poet, on concluding her questionnaire, wrote: ‘There must be some creative work in there somewhere, but where and what?’Another, a novelist, wrote a poem afterwards, and a third, a professional musician, composed a piece for guitar entitled ‘Eclipse 99.’

Eclipses and Prediction

Prediction from eclipses has been a component of astrology since Babylonian times. In the last three hundred years, it has receded somewhat as a prominent element of Western astrology or horoscope interpretation, but I wanted to find out if any of the participants in my study held the belief that eclipses may be predictive. Of my informants, seven actively practised astrology, and another thirteen accepted it as a valid system; two were opposed to astrology, leaving seven whose views were not known with any certainty. Surprisingly, few did. The strongest negation was simply: ‘No. no.no.’ Even among the astrologers, none were prepared to validate the predictive qualities outright.

However one informant, who was not an astrologer, held to the age-old tradition: ‘I am convinced that there is a direct relation between the planetary movements, the movements of the heavenly bodies and what is happening on earth. In that sense they (eclipses) can be predictive.’

The great Ziggurat of Ur; ancient astronomers observed the heavens from their heights, charting the positions of sun and moon which enabled them to predict eclipses in Babylonian times.

 

More eclipses?

I asked everyone: ‘Would you travel or make a special effort to see an eclipse again?’ All except three stated clearly that they would. Rather entertainingly, certain conditions were attached! One person would travel only up to two hundred miles, another would plan a viewing only if clear weather was guaranteed. However, several thought they might make a special effort, and another already had an expedition planned to an eclipse ten years ahead!

My eclipse project brought in surprising answers, and moving stories. The number of people surveyed was modest – 26 – but provided a goodly range of views and experiences. In these lie an affirmation that, however well we may understand the physical mechanisms of astronomy today, there is still a yearning to witness some of its most dramatic manifestations. These can affect our own outlook, our sense of collective awareness, and form a story to be woven into our life journey.

 Adapted and edited on the eve of the solar eclipse to be witnessed in the UK on August 12th 2026.

The Bizarre World of Victorian Christmas Cards

Oh dear! The Victorians had a very strange attitude to Christmas cards. No one seems to know why. Poor old Cock Robin – he won’t be having a very ‘joyful’ Christmas.

As you’ll perhaps have seen, I wrote a blog on Vintage Christmas cards a couple of years ago. https://cherrycache.org/2023/12/24/vintage-christmas-card-special/ In this, I gave the background to their history, starting with Henry Cole, director of the Victoria & Albert Museum, in December 1843. He printed a thousand cards with a specially-created artist’s image of his family sitting round having a jolly time during the festive season, imbibing wine. As well as taking the effort out of writing Christmas greetings to his kith and kin, he’d also hoped to make a bit of money out of the venture. However, the commercial side didn’t go well – one reason was public disapproval of the image. If you look closely, you may be able to see that the baby is also imbibing wine.

Henry Cole’s first printed Christmas card, 1843, and a close-up of the baby drinking wine

However, Christmas was on the up as a family festival.1843 was also the year that Dickens published ‘A Christmas Carol’, and it was the period when Queen Victoria’s consort Prince Albert was doing his best to introduce German Christmas customs into to Britain. (Experts still disagree as to how much of a part he played in making us buy a Christmas tree each year.) And Christmas cards themselves came more into favour from this point on. Other talented artists were commissioned to print designs, and exhibitions of Christmas cards were even held.

But whereas you might expect saccharine pictures of cute cherubs and jolly Santa Claus(es) from the sentimental taste of the time, the most prominent themes were very different. In the years which followed, the Victorians began to favour grotesque images, the like of which might shock us today. The death of Cock Robin was apparently hilarious – and what are these children doing flying on bats? Playing some kind of ghoulish lacrosse? Quite frankly, I don’t want them all turning me up to wish me a ‘bright New Year’, as the message suggests!

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And presumably a naughty child won’t even enjoy flying on a bat, because Father Christmas regularly stuffs ungrateful children into his sack. Perhaps the card below is based on the figure of Krampus? In certain parts of Europe, Krampus (meaning ‘claw’) accompanies St Nicholas on his gift-giving Christmas visits to children, and punishes the badly-behaved ones.

A fierce Father Christmas – or maybe Krampus?

The Victoria & Albert Museum has a collection of old Christmas cards, and the listings show plenty of those with a more macabre slant. Here’s a tally of some which I’ve come across:

Man emptying a chamber pot onto carol singers’ heads

A wasp attacking two children

A bloody battle between two opposing varieties of ants

A snowman ghost mugging an innocent gentleman stroller.

One frog mugging another – and a duck eating a tangle of frogs

And then, the Museum tells us it has a whole collection of cards illustrating policemen being run over! I wish I could find one to show you.

The picture above might seem a more innocent and conventional Father Christmas, albeit on a bicycle – but is he chucking his toys out of the bag in a fit of pique? And if Father Christmas doesn’t get you, a polar bear might.

Although the images on Christmas cards may have been grim, in contrast the messages were usually quite sweet. Valentine’s cards had already got under way as an early form of greetings card by the first part of the 19th century, and it seems that however fearsome the picture, you were at least expected to send good wishes to the recipient. Perhaps the whole thing was really meant to be an extension of Christmas merriment? I’ll come back to that! In the meantime, here’s a delightful video from the V&A about the history of Valentine’s cards.

But coming back to the strange nature of early Christmas cards, even among my own later collection, dating from the end of the 19th century to the 1920s and 30s, there are some extremely odd images. Take this one, of Boy Scouts ready to kill their Christmas dinner.

And a friend said she’d discovered something similar:

When we moved into our house we found many pieces of Victorian childhood memorabilia underneath the floorboards of the top floor bedroom, presumably posted there through the gaps by the incumbents. Amongst them was a gruesome picture of a very small boy dragging a very large dead bird home along the road by its leg for Xmas dinner…. !

Some cards in my collection, perhaps inadvertently, are very odd – not to say dubious – in their tone. I wouldn’t trust a small child with this snowman – would you?

The Feast of Fools

Is the Victorian love of bizarre Christmas cards a continuation of the old tradition of the Feast of Fools? I was trying to make sense of their taste, and finding no help from more authoritative sources, when it occurred to me that this might be Saturnalia resurfacing again. Check out the above link to my earlier blog on this subject, which I quote from below:

So as well as the religious and domestic celebrations of the Christmas period, primarily associated with the birth of the baby Jesus and the coming of the Three Kings, this is also the domain of the Lord of Misrule. In customs found all over Europe, during the period when the sun ‘stands still’ and seems to halt in its cycle, at the period of greatest darkness, the usual hierarchy could be turned upside down. This was ‘time out’ – time out of the calendar, time out of work, and time out of the normal rules and regulations. Society could throw off its shackles and reverse the general order. Thus a servant could play master or mistress for a night; a Knave could become a King at the Twelfth Night Feast. Games normally forbidden, such as ball games in Tudor England, could now be played. Priests played practical jokes, and got tipsy, while mock sermons were preached by ‘boy bishops’ or perhaps anyone not too drunk to stand up and spout a few words.’

Perhaps the Victorians liked the rumbustious side of Christmas and New Year traditions, and to laugh merrily over less than politically correct jokes? And are we missing a trick by designing more tasteful cards today? Probably not; I can’t see flying bats, murderous Santas and bear attacks being quite so popular nowadays. When I was at school, some of my elderly teachers (or so they seemed to me at the time!) complained that the meaning was being taken out of Christmas as not all the cards were showing Nativity-related themes. Had they dug into the matter further, they might have been shocked and surprised by what the Victorians thought was acceptable!

Ho, ho, ho….here’s my final jolly offering. Now where’s that mouse – or possibly rat – going on that sinister-looking lobster?

Vintage Christmas Card Special

HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

I wish a very happy festive season to all my readers. By the time this post is published, the daylight in the Northern Hemisphere will be creeping back into our lives, little by little. Whether you celebrate the Solstice, Christmas or New Year – or all three – good wishes for the renewal that follows: health, light, love, happiness – and peace.

So this is one of my lighter-hearted posts, intended to cheer rather than to challenge. Welcome to the world of vintage Christmas cards!

The Collection

I have a collection of 45 old Christmas cards, dating from the late 1800s to around the 1920s. You might expect most of them to be decorated with colourful Christmas trees and little girls in bonnets, like the one above, but the majority are nothing of the kind. Some are safe and dull – holly was popular and uncontentious, but some are very curious indeed, pushing the Christmas card boundaries before the genre had really come into its own.

Whoever told the Boy Scouts that they had to hunt down their Christmas dinner?
This seems a far cry from the sedate images of holly and wintry scenes below.

No sooner had I written this post than I was given a pointer to the current Guardian newspaper, which has a wonderful article on macabre and murderous Victorian Christmas cards. These include a dead robin and one frog mugging another for money. Plus a girl who has been transmogrified into an onion. No holds barred on imagination! Mine are not so dramatic, but still entertaining.

The first commercially produced Christmas card, according to the Victoria and Albert Museum was sent in 1843 by Henry Cole, who just happened to be the director of the V&A, which is perhaps why there are other rival claims to early Christmas card innovators. (Eg a one-off card, replete with Rosicrucian imagery, sent by alchemist Michael Maier to James I of England in 1611.) Cole went for a proper print run, however, and commissioned his artist friend John Callcott Horsely to produce a happy scene of Christmas at the Cole family home. A thousand cards were printed – but at a shilling a time, they did not sell well. That’s about £3 in today’s money. Nor did the Cole family look particularly merry. (With the possible exception of the baby, who as the article in the Guardian points out, is drinking wine.)

Henry Cole’s family having a merry Christmas in 1843. Note the baby being plied with wine.

All the cards which now follow are from my own collection. Some that I have are indeed rather scary. Would you trust this snowman with an innocent child?

And Santa himself appears in some unusual scenes, such as this one, where he is superintended by a rather menacing polar bear.

Perhaps to counteract these bizarre scenes, there were also cards for the type of buyer who preferred to play it safe and put piety at the forefront. Or perhaps these were just leftover prayer cards – possibly even funeral cards – bought up cheap by the printers and rebranded for a Christmas market?

You may have noticed that on certain cards, some of the faces are photographs of real people. Did the card designer use stock photos for these? Or were they custom-made, so that you could have faces of your nearest and dearest transferred into the Christmas scene? I don’t have the answer. But anyway, here are two which feature real children on fake walls, then we have more real children with two fake snowmen.

But at least the next photographic pair of cards have reasonably pretty designs. (Either the horseshoe is very large or the child very small.)

There are only a few in my modest collection which show real artistry, or even just where the design has some flair. The card below isn’t one of them, but seems to be a case of: ‘Let’s see what we’ve got knocking around the place – ah yes an old vase – I’ll just pop out into the garden and fetch a few sprigs for it.’

But here are two at least which I think are very stylish in their design, dating perhaps from the early 1900s..

I wish I could say that the messages on the back are full of interest. Some of the cards haven’t been used at all, some contain very brief ‘best wishes’ type greetings. Here’s one which has laboured further:

With much love from (squiggle)
To Father and Mother with love and Best wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Bright and Prosperous New Year from your loving Daughter and Son Maggie and Tom Stephenson
(Daughter thinks: Phew – job done for another year! Why do I say daughter rather than son? Well, do you really need to ask that question?)

Another is somewhat lacking in panache – this one is addressed to Weston Supper Mare [sic]:
Dear Annie – received your present, safe. Like it very much be able to brush up now, won’t know me when you see me – Harry
(I’ve added some minimal punctuation) Any guesses as to what the present was? Perhaps it was indeed a hair brush to tidy up a scruffy suitor.

As a general rule, if there’s a printed verse on the cards, it must rhyme, whatever the cost in poetic or grammatical terms:
Pleasant times I wish
Happy day to all
In the humble cottage
And the stately hall

Or: Merry times and laughter flowing
With the Yule-tide log a-glowing
Fondest wishes dear to you
This glad season doth renew

Or even: I send, sweet little friend,
Although not near you,
This card with love thoughts laden,
And hope to cheer you.

Sometimes the card maker at least has the season firmly in mind, as in the first couple of cards below:

But others seem unaware that Christmas should be, well, Christmassy. Or at least festive. And wintry. It strengthens my suspicions that some cards were produced on an ‘all-occasions’ basis, ready to be printed in batches with whatever greeting was required – birthday, Easter, wedding, funeral, or christening, perhaps.

You might also be wondering why there are so many Dutch girls in these cards – to which I have absolutely no answer. This one appears to be selling roses or possibly tulips against the background of a storm at sea. Not very ‘bright and merry’ out there on the water.

And that concludes my current research into the vintage card collection – I can’t promise you a follow-up! But I can indeed wish you a happy Christmas, with a chorus of vintage greetings.

Other Christmas time posts:

The Twelve Days of Christmas

The Fool and his Feast

And the most popular post of all time on Cherry’s Cache which takes you into the depth of the dark night along with Irish cats and a poetic monk:

Pangur Ban and the Old Irish Cats

Finally, to close with music: this is one of my favourite Wassail songs, with its ancient feel, and the sense of the wheel of the year turning, ever turning…