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Obit of the Day: End the Beguines*
When Marcella Pattyn died on April 14, 2013 she took 800 years of history with her. Ms. Pattyn was a Beguine. A creation of the Middle Ages, beguines were lay women who formed communities that allowed them independence, both socially and economically.
During the Medieval period women of the upper class were given two choices for their adult lives: marriage or religious life. They were to either be under the rule of their husband or the rule of God, serving as a nun. (Women of the lower classes could sometimes live alone and run a business but usually only as widows.)
In the 12th century in Flanders (a region that now is part of Belgium and The Netherlands) lay communities sprang up in cities where widows of the Crusades would congregate but without the rules of a convent or giving up their freedom. They could travel freely on their own. They could marry at any time. Some even lived in homes with servants.
At their peak Beguines were found across northern Europe and could have thousands of members. They would provide services for the poor and needy as well as sell handmade textiles.
To no one’s surprise, the group was quickly considered a threat. Independent women who were without strict supervision? It must be heresy. And in 1311 Pope Clement V banned the movement. (Less than a century earlier in 1233 Pope Gregory IX had given papal backing to the Beguines.)
In order to maintain their existence some of the Beguine orders partnered with monastic orders in order to continue their work with some level of “supervision.” (Random note: There were male communities similar to the Beguines called the Beghards who were also considered heretics but less for their service than for their theology which bordered on anarchism.)
Although the orders persisted for centuries in France, Germany, The Netherlands, and Belgium their numbers dwindled. Belgium at one time had 94 Beguine communities. In 1856 they were down to 20.
In 1941 when Marcella Pattyn, a partially blind 21-year-old, was sent to the beguinage in Ghent there were two. Unable to join convents because of her disability, a wealthy aunt sponsored her entrance into the Beguines. This last small group of Beguines moved to the town of Courtrai and in 1960 there were nine left. 
By 2008 Marcella Pattyn was the last of her order. The town of Courtrai celebrated her with chocolates and champagne and had a bronze statue made in her likeness to stand outside the beguinage. 
Ms. Pattyn died at the age of 92, taking with her a glimpse into medieval life.
Sources: The Economist, The Telegraph, The Catholic Encyclopedia, The Economist (on the Beguines), and a 1992 paper by Elizabeth Knuth
(Image of Marcella Pattyn and her statue is courtesy of FOCUS-WTV in Belgium.)
* The title of the post is a play on the Cole Porter song, “Begin the Beguine,” written in 1935. The two words are unrelated. There is no known etymology for the order, although the community in Lieges, Belgium was founded by Lambert de Begue. By the time of the Porter song the term “beguine” was commonly used to mean a “close couples’ dance” in the Caribbean. - Wikipedia

obitoftheday:

Obit of the Day: End the Beguines*

When Marcella Pattyn died on April 14, 2013 she took 800 years of history with her. Ms. Pattyn was a Beguine. A creation of the Middle Ages, beguines were lay women who formed communities that allowed them independence, both socially and economically.

During the Medieval period women of the upper class were given two choices for their adult lives: marriage or religious life. They were to either be under the rule of their husband or the rule of God, serving as a nun. (Women of the lower classes could sometimes live alone and run a business but usually only as widows.)

In the 12th century in Flanders (a region that now is part of Belgium and The Netherlands) lay communities sprang up in cities where widows of the Crusades would congregate but without the rules of a convent or giving up their freedom. They could travel freely on their own. They could marry at any time. Some even lived in homes with servants.

At their peak Beguines were found across northern Europe and could have thousands of members. They would provide services for the poor and needy as well as sell handmade textiles.

To no one’s surprise, the group was quickly considered a threat. Independent women who were without strict supervision? It must be heresy. And in 1311 Pope Clement V banned the movement. (Less than a century earlier in 1233 Pope Gregory IX had given papal backing to the Beguines.)

In order to maintain their existence some of the Beguine orders partnered with monastic orders in order to continue their work with some level of “supervision.” (Random note: There were male communities similar to the Beguines called the Beghards who were also considered heretics but less for their service than for their theology which bordered on anarchism.)

Although the orders persisted for centuries in France, Germany, The Netherlands, and Belgium their numbers dwindled. Belgium at one time had 94 Beguine communities. In 1856 they were down to 20.

In 1941 when Marcella Pattyn, a partially blind 21-year-old, was sent to the beguinage in Ghent there were two. Unable to join convents because of her disability, a wealthy aunt sponsored her entrance into the Beguines. This last small group of Beguines moved to the town of Courtrai and in 1960 there were nine left. 

By 2008 Marcella Pattyn was the last of her order. The town of Courtrai celebrated her with chocolates and champagne and had a bronze statue made in her likeness to stand outside the beguinage. 

Ms. Pattyn died at the age of 92, taking with her a glimpse into medieval life.

Sources: The Economist, The Telegraph, The Catholic Encyclopedia, The Economist (on the Beguines), and a 1992 paper by Elizabeth Knuth

(Image of Marcella Pattyn and her statue is courtesy of FOCUS-WTV in Belgium.)

* The title of the post is a play on the Cole Porter song, “Begin the Beguine,” written in 1935. The two words are unrelated. There is no known etymology for the order, although the community in Lieges, Belgium was founded by Lambert de Begue. By the time of the Porter song the term “beguine” was commonly used to mean a “close couples’ dance” in the Caribbean. - Wikipedia

My first Mother’s Day was pretty great despite all the pregnancy-related puking and cold-related struggling to breathe. This kid is amazing, and snuggling with him, quietly chattering back and forth as he fell asleep in my arms, was (and usually is) the highlight of my day. I can’t believe how fast his first birthday is approaching. Best year ever. 

Rambling Post Full of Stuff and Things

A couple months ago, I signed up at the Y and was exercising my way back into some sort of shape. I’d say “post-baby shape”, but I lost all the “baby weight” and then an additional 20 or so pounds within a couple months of the birth. Then my thyroid stopped working completely, and I gained it all back. But it’s not, strictly speaking, “baby weight”. It’s thyroid weight. ANYWAY, I got all that sorted and my thyroid levels are fantastic and I was at the gym and getting in shape and clothes were just starting to fit when suddenly, during the middle of a pretty easy workout, I got very pukey. It happened again the next day. And then it happened when I wasn’t working out and THEN I GOT SUSPICIOUS. This seemed familiar. As I believe I mentioned in a recent post, I was sick for nine full months while pregnant, which, by the way, was less than a year ago. But I couldn’t possibly be pregnant because I took my birth control religiously. Truly I did—with a vigilance well-past “obsessive”, because another baby is something we really were planning on NOT having for at least another year (and maybe not even at all). But, of course, Nature doesn’t give a crap about things like fanatical use of birth control. Nature wants more babies and is totally ruthless about the subject, evidently, because I am, in fact, pregnant. And I went through a whole symphony of emotions from Terror (another baby!/finances!/sickness while caring for the first baby!) to Sadness (I was just getting my “life” back!) to Perplexity (how did this happen?). Mostly Perplexity, really. And, while I had some very tentative thoughts about the potential happiness this might, one day, bring us, I can’t really say I was Happy in the way I was happy when I learned I was pregnant last year. And, because we believe in options and choice, we set about making a very difficult decision. It was kind of an intense journey. Long story short: We’re going to have a baby. Another one. In November. And even though I’ve seen the wee beastie on an ultrasound screen, and we know all about its chromosomes, and I’m barfing all the time, it wasn’t until I typed this that I really BELIEVED it. And I’m kind of really Scared, but I’m also pretty Happy. 

Also, Matt’s getting a vasectomy.

Buy a Map

I’m so sick of reading things suggesting that the young man they’re looking for is “Middle Eastern” and that we “should deport them all.” This kind of bigoted generalization disgusts me. Also, buy a map. He (or his family) is, reportedly, from Chechnya. Chechnya is in the Caucasus. He is LITERALLY Caucasian. A EUROPEAN white guy.

So…

I’m never “around” Tumblr anymore. I mean, I lurk, I heart things like crazy, but I pretty much never, never post. I’ve been busy. First, I moved to Milwaukee, then I got surprise pregnant, then I got so sick while I was pregnant that I seriously couldn’t move my fingers to type something without throwing up. Then - and this feels like the most important part - I had a baby. A real, live, tiny human. And they let me walk right out of the hospital with that baby, even though I frequently convince myself that a box of Fruit Roll Ups is a nutritious dinner. 

And that was all the better part of a year ago, and we managed to keep the kid alive and now he skitters about the living room and causes all manner of havoc and I HAVE NO IDEA HOW INTERNET PEOPLE WITH SMALL CHILDREN HAVE TIME TO DO INTERNET THINGS. Seriously, you guys have it WAY more together than me. 

Wherein I Do What I Must

Trapped under a finally-sleeping, extra-fussy baby, I now have the wherewithal to realize I haven’t eaten breakfast. I’m absolutely starving. The only thing in arm’s reach is a six-pack of Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs. I feel like this is fate talking to me.

The Difference

New Mom Lesson of the Day: You will know the difference between spit-up and vomit when it happens. If there’s any question at all, it’s not vomit. Also, just stop trying to shower. Ever. Your clean hair is just going to get spit up or vomited on. Possibly both within the same hour.