Labor Day is almost upon us, which mean so is the end of summer. Any kids haven't already started the new school year will definitely do so the day after Labor Day. No more carefree days of swimming in the pool, lying out in the grass and goofing off. It will be back to work for the kiddies and for some of us parents too.
In Regency England, the end of summer was August 12th, known as the Glorious Twelfth of August. Parliament closed up shop, and the fashionable haut ton removed the knockers from their front doors, packed up their carriages and headed for their country estates. Just as no one wanted to miss the season in London, which began with the opening of Parliament in the spring, no one wanted to be caught dead in London once the season was over.
The reason for this mass exodus from the city was the start of grouse hunting season. After a busy spring and summer of serving in parliament, or enjoying the less legislative delights of London, a gentleman looked forward to shooting birds, going fox hunting and a little well deserved time off. He also needed to spend some time overseeing his estate and attending to the many other duties which came with being lord of the manor. For the ladies, the end of the season meant a break from the endless round of parties and social events in London. It also provided a little rest from the whirlwind of the London marriage mart. Mothers ventured back to country either happy that their daughter's future was settled, or frustrated that yet another year had passed without a marriage proposal.
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For both men and women, social activities didn't end with the move to the country, but their focus shifted from more urban events to more country and family centered ones. The men would hunt, both sexes would ride, and friends and family would come for extended visits. All too soon, the Christmas season would usher in another round of dinners, parties and dances. Then, during the long days of winter, everyone would plan for their next season in London and the delights which awaited them.Two hundred years ago, the end of summer meant the end of the hustle and the bustle. In the cold days of autumn and winter, people would enjoy the great outdoors, carefree days of walking the grounds and riding a horse, and the warm comfort of a comfy chair by the fire.
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9 comments:
The way you describe it, I think I'd much prefer the country life of autumn to the city life of summer. Sounds lovely!
You have a charming way of unfolding the past before the eye. I enjoyed learning this history. Now, part of me envy somewhat those who have this kind of lifestyle past and present, but I prefer my private time too much to give it up to host parties or attend social functions. I would be considered an outcast in society, but hey, if I have that kind of money then who cares...certainly not me. ;-)
I live in the UK as a foreigner and this is an amazing explanation of the things in here.
Wonderful history lesson. I am interested and captivated by small history lessons told in interesting ways.
I'm always a little smarter when I read on your posts, GL. Thanks for the enlightenment. :)
And thanks for linking up with KetchupWithUs. Please come back and see us again on the 1st.
Thanks fro the history, I sure can use it.
Have a nice day!
Sometimes I think we need more carefree days like that.
I look forward to crocheting as the cooler weather comes upon us.
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Very interesting. Out here summer doesn't officially end until school starts in late August or after Labor Day in September.
I just learned so much!!! Thank you!!! And thanks for sharing this at Booknificent Thursday! Hope you have a great week!
Tina
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