In this part of Ireland putting up a nativity scene at Christmas time is as natural as breathing. Known as cribs, they appear everywhere at the beginning of December. Every Irish home has one, perhaps passed down through the generations, and they come out from the attic storage boxes along with the decorations to be displayed in a window or on a mantlepiece or hall table. Even for families that consider themselves non-religious, the crib is an essential part of getting a house ready for Christmas.
Large cribs are erected in town squares and in churches. Sometimes the figures in a church crib will be inserted slowly, one a day, in little ceremonies involving children. Traditionally, the baby Jesus, was not placed in the manger until Christmas Eve. Live cribs, where the nativity figures and animals are alive, are often mounted as fundraisers. I wrote about the Skibbereen one last year. There is even, in Dublin, the Moving Crib – an institution that generations of Irish children will remember and which is still going strong almost 60 years after it was first introduced as a Christmas wonder in a church basement.
Many businesses clear their window displays to feature the crib at Christmas – along with Santa, reindeer and the usual holly and candles. Shops, hairdressers, garages, pubs: it’s universal and it’s all a reminder that Ireland, which now prides itself on its multi-cultural and pluralistic society, is still at heart a traditional Catholic country.
A striking aspect of Irish cribs is their conventional character: lifelike (and sometimes life-sized) representation is the norm. Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus, shepherds and kings, the cow and the donkey are all instantly recognisable and similar, as if stamped out by the same crib-figure factory in Italy.
As I considered this, a memory stirred and I went hunting on the internet for more information. In 1964 a new church was built at Dublin Airport. Named, suitably, “Our Lady Queen of Heaven” it was a beautiful piece of mid-century modern architecture designed by an Irish architect, Andrew Devane, who had studied under Frank Lloyd Wright. For Christmas 1966 a new crib was installed. Consisting of minimalist, highly stylised all white figures (I am going by memory here – I can’t find any pictures of it on the internet) it created a sensation at the time. My father, who worked at the airport and who was very proud of the church, brought us to see it. Alas, it was all too much for the Archbishop of Dublin, the famous John Charles McQuaid. Decreeing that it was “beneath the level of human dignity” and that its presence was an offence against Canon Law, he ordered it removed. This sentiment was echoed in the Irish parliament (Dáil Éireann) by the Minister for Public Works of the day, Oliver Flanagan. He said: A crib in modern design was erected at Dublin Airport last winter. The Archbishop of Dublin ordered it to be removed. The images could be described as anything but the kind of images one associates with the Christmas crib. We must have modern art. We must have proper designs for memorials and statues in keeping with the present and the past. Monuments commemorating the past must resemble the past.
I can’t imagine this happening today in Ireland and perhaps there are now many modern and unique cribs around the country. But I certainly haven’t found any so far in West Cork.
*From the Irish Independent Website
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David, Same nonsense here in the States. So I wish one and all a very Merry Christmas!
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What a contrast to ‘modern’ day British Columbia where the MP’s cannot wish their constituents ‘Merry Christmas’ but must send cards wishing ‘Happy Holidays’. Christmas wishes are now being replaced quite commonly by ‘happy holidays’. Schools cannot have Christmas concerts but may have ‘Winter’ Concerts or something of that ilk. And so it goes on. Where are ‘our’ traditions? Yes, Ros and I did send out Christmas cards with Christmas greetings. Loved the Irish traditions.
David
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That is pretty minamalist – yes that’s Joseph in brown, I love the story of the outraged Archbishop! I can remember the lifesize outdoor crib at Cork airport getting an almighty bashing one year in the gales! And the crib there always confused me for there is no baby Jesus – I assumed in my heathen mind, that he’d been nicked! But no, perfectly correctly, he doesn’t arrive until Christmas Day.
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Most of the cribs have the baby in them already. Either the tradition has been largely forgotten, or perhaps putting up these large cribs is a one shot deal.
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Peripheral… love that Finola, but I think joseph is the brown block, and the shepherd or the night watchman is the grey — Good posting. Any other Irish traditions?
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In many ways similar to North America…turkey, gifts, Santa Clause. Nobody talks about Boxing Day over here, though – it’s St. Steven’s Day. And see Robert’s post for the Wren Boys tradition.
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Joseph is missing from the modern crib – typical of the feminist movement of these revolutionary times
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But let’s face it, Jack, he WAS a bit peripheral to the main event.
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