#Traditional folk

[hiddenromania]

In Botiza women use pigments extracted from plants, flowers and bark to colour their wool. Preferably the pigments of summer flowers are used, because the spring-pigments contain to much water - Mick Palarczyk

[folk-enjoyer]

Song of the day

(do you want the history of your favorite folk song? dm me or submit an ask, and I'll do a full rundown like here)

"Bread and Roses"

Judy Collins, 1976

since its labor day i thought we could talk about some good ol' IWW labor history

in 1911, Helen Todd gave a speech about women's suffrage and ended it

"Not at once; but woman is the mothering element in the world and her vote will go toward helping forward the time when life's Bread, which is home, shelter and security, and the Roses of life, music, education, nature and books, shall be the heritage of every child that is born in the country, in the government of which she has a voice."

James Oppenheim, inspired by this speech, created the poem "Bread and Roses" in 1911, whose words would later become the lyrics for the judy collins song.

in 1912, 30,000 immigrant textile workers in Lawrence, Massachusetts, went on strike due to poor working conditions and poor pay. this strike was led by the International Workers of the World and was comprised mostly of women. the phrase "bread and roses" was all over signs and became the slogan of the strike, with it even being called the "Bread and Roses Strike". like many strikes in the USA it was absolutely brutal for the strikers, and several people died, but they were able to win some of their demands.

in 1970, the James Oppenheim poem was put to music by mimi fariña, and then covered by judy collins. my favorite cover is by Utah Phillips in 1983 , where he explains the history of the textile strike and the meaning of the slogan

Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses 🌹

[luzpalida]

Traditional hairstyle and headdress from the region of Krzczonow, Poland.

[femmeterypolka]

listen to my tunes boy

[butcharondir]

When I were in Brum, guineas only caused pain. But look at that fucker. That's total joy, that.

The Gallows Pole (2023) // What Will We Do When We Have No Money? (Traditional)

[nonenglishsongs]

Folksy Friday | 4 Yn Y Bar - Dacw 'Nghariad I Lawr Yn Y Berllan (Welsh)

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

Listen/purchase: Thonar (Demo) by Annie Hurdy Gurdy

[cruelsister-moved2]

For the werewolf, the werewolf Please have sympathy For the werewolf, he is someone So much like you and me Once I saw him in the moonlight When the bats, they were flying All alone, I saw the werewolf and The werewolf was crying Crying, "Nobody, nobody, nobody knows How much I love the maiden as I tear off her clothes", Crying, "Nobody, nobody knows of my pain When I see it is risen, that full moon again"

[hiddenromania]

Spring is coming symbolically with one of the most beautiful local customs (to be sure, Bulgarians have the same custom).

Mărțișor is an old tradition celebrated all over Romania every year, on March 1st. The name Mărțișor is a diminutive of March (Martie in Romanian). On this day, Romanians buy silky red-white threads (șnur) tied into a bow to which a small trinket (or, as in this picture, Spring flowers) is attached and offer them to their (female) family members, friends and colleagues to show friendship, respect or admiration. It is believed that the person who wears the red and white string would enjoy a prosperous and healthy year. In eastern Romania ( Moldavia and Bukovina), the red and white string was complemented with a small - gold or silver - coin. After wearing the coin for twelve days, the women would buy fresh cheese with it, hoping that their skin would be healthy and beautiful the entire year.

Much like in Bulgaria, the custom is clearly very old, pre-Christian and linked to fertility cults. Mărțișor trinkets initially consisted of small river pebbles, colored in white and red, stringed on a thread and worn around the neck. They were worn, to bring good luck and good weather, from March 1 until the first trees would bloom. When the first trees were flowering the Mărțișor were hanged on tree branches.

[folk-enjoyer]

Jean Ritchie, The Mother of Folk

[cowboy-tendencies]

Honey in the Hair - Blackbird Raum