Category Archives: Customs

Customs, conventions, and traditions of a group

The Evil Eye

Nationality: Egyptian-American
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Residence: Burbank, CA
Performance Date: 4/10/15
Primary Language: English
Language: Arabic

Background:

The informant is a good friend of mine who attends California State University, Northridge where she is studying to become an occupational therapist. She is a second generation American citizen who was born and raised in Burbank, California. Her parents came to the United States from Egypt shortly before she was born. She is a Muslim and can read, write, and speak Arabic fluently.

Informant:

The evil eye is like a jinx caused by jealousy and envy that allows one to hurt or damage others by looking at them. The concept is a mix of culture and religion. When you see something nice and give a compliment, like for example someone has nice hair instead of saying “oh my gosh she has such nice hair ugh…” you’re supposed to say “she has such nice hair, masha’Allah” which is an Arabic word that means like “wow look at what God created!”and it’s supposed to repel the evil eye of the jinx in jealousy.

Analysis: 

This is a good moral custom to stress the importance of staying away from jealousy and envy. Although, no one has the magical powers to harm someone simply by looking at them. This belief also has multiplicity and variation as well. It is found in other cultures and religions across the world, each with their own little twist to it. This belief has also helped tourism by the fact that small items are sold in various places which are artistic in nature but also said to have the ability to ward off the evil eye.

 

Jumping On Easter Sunday

Nationality: Filipino
Age: 55
Occupation: Chiropractor
Residence: Silver Lake, CA
Performance Date: 4/14/15
Primary Language: English
Language: Tagalog

Background:

The informant is my Uncle. He was born in the Philippines and came to the United States when he was twelve. He went to Hollywood High School and after he attended chiropractic school. He enjoys watching basketball and is also on the verge of retiring from work. 

Informant: 

Every Easter Sunday since I was a kid I would wake up at exactly 8:00 AM, get out of bed and start jumping as high as I can. I got the practice from my dad. The belief is that if you do this religiously every Easter Sunday at 8:00 AM you will grow taller than you normally would be. The symbolism behind jumping for joy at 8 is in relation to jumping for joy when Jesus rose from the dead at 8. It was a common practice not just for the kids but even for adults. My parents, aunts, and uncles participated too when I was growing up. I did it for the simple fact that I wanted to be able to dunk in basketball. I introduced it to your older cousins and the one that actually kept up with it and did it every Easter grew to be 6’6. The other two never did it and they’re 5’11 and 5’6. So I guess you can say it works huh? (laughs)

Analysis: 

This is a fun ritual in my eyes and also a pretty cool incentive to get up and celebrate the holiday. I remember participating in it when I was younger. Nowadays though it’s kind of hard to get me up at 8:00AM on a Sunday morning. I also think it is pretty amazing how my cousin who kept up with the ritual grew to be what we consider a giant in our family. 6’6 is no joke. Who knows maybe if I kept at it I’d be 6’6 instead of 6 feet. Rituals are often passed down from generation to generation. Maybe I’ll continue this with my kids in the future.

18 and Mexico

Nationality: Mexican-American
Age: 20
Occupation: California Gas Company
Residence: Atwater Village, CA
Performance Date: 4/20/15
Primary Language: English
Language: Spanish

Background:

The informant is my best friend from middle school. He has a twin sister and is older by a couple minutes. He currently works for the California Gas Company and on the side does voice overs for D.J. drops. 

Transcript: 

Informant: Alright so you know how everyone does the cliche ass trip to vegas when they turn 21?

Me: Yea what about it?

Informant: Well in Mexican culture its all about hitting up Mexico when you turn 18!  At that point you’re considered a man.

Me: did you go on your 18th birthday?

Informant: Hell yea. That shit was crazy.

Me: who took you? (laughs)

Informant: my pop’s and my uncles (laughs).

Me: how was that?

Informant: It was insane man. I’ll never forget that shit. It was pretty funny getting fucked up with my dad too. That was an experience, having my first beer with him. I ain’t gonna lie though, My ass ended up puking at the end of the first night.

Me: Let me guess…shots?

Informant: Fucking tequila man. that shit is unforgivable (laughs)

Me: so is it like a ritual for the guys in your family to hit up Mexico when they turn 18?

Informant: yea, pretty much. My fam says it’s a lot less expensive than vegas too (laughs) Have you ever been?

Me: Nope.

Informant: we going this summer! You’re already 20 you’re two years behind!

Analysis: 

This is a pure example of multiplicity and variation when it comes to a coming of age ritual. In addition, it is very common to see college students take their spring break trips down to Mexico because the legal drinking age down there is 18. I think the age is 18 down in Mexico because it helps draw an untouched market of customers who can’t drink in the U.S. Mexico nightlife is what drives the economy down there.

 

Las Mañanitas

Nationality: Mexican-American
Age: 20
Occupation: California Gas Company
Residence: Atwater Village, California
Performance Date: 4/20/15
Primary Language: English
Language: Spanish

Background:

The informant is my best friend from middle school. He has a twin sister and is older by a couple minutes. He currently works for the California Gas Company and on the side does voice overs for D.J. drops. 

Informant: 

Every year on my birthday my grandma wakes my ass up early in the morning to sing me Las Mañanitas which is the Spanish version of Happy Birthday. Basically, she’s my alarm clock on my birthday. She’s been doing it for 20 years without fail. I love my grandma, but that shit drives me crazy. She wakes me up at 6AM to sing to me.

Lyrics:

Estas son las mañanitas
que cantaba el rey David.
Hoy por ser dia de tu santo
te las cantamos a ti.
Despierta, mi bien, despierta;
mira que ya amaneció.
Ya los pajaritos cantan;
la luna ya se metió
Que linda está la manãna
en que vengo a saludarte;
venimos todos con gusto
y plazer a felicitarte.
El dia en que tu naciste
Nacieron todas las flores
En la fila del bautizmo
cantaron los Ruiseñores
Ya viene amaneciendo
Ya la luz del dia nos dio
Levántate de mañana
mira que ya amaneció
Si yo pudiera bajarte
las estrellas y un lucero
para poder demostrarte
lo mucho que yo te quiero
Con jazmines y flores
Este dia quiero acordar
Hoy por ser dia de tu santo
Te venimos a cantar
Translation:
These are the mañanitas
King David sang.
Today to be your holy day
you sing them to you.
Wake up, my love, awake;
look already dawned.
And the birds sing;
the moon and got
The morning is bordering
when I come to say hello;
we all come willingly
and plazer to congratulate you.
The day you were born
They born all the flowers
In the row of baptism
nightingales
It is already dawning
And the daylight gave us
Get up tomorrow
look already dawned
If I could get off
stars and a bright star
to prove
how much I love you
With jasmine and flowers
I agree this day
Today to be your holy day
We come to sing
Analysis:
This version of the happy birthday song is a lot different from the American version. It has many religious ties which makes the song quite unique in its own light. It shows how much Mexican culture intertwines with Catholic religion.

Tortillas and Healing Powers

Nationality: Mexican-American
Age: 52
Occupation: Registered nurse
Residence: Silver Lake, CA
Performance Date: 4/7/15
Primary Language: English
Language: Spanish

Background: 

The informant is my aunt from my mother’s side of the family. She is a second generation American citizen and is the oldest of six children. After high school, she paid her own way through college and supported herself at the same time. As a result of her hard work, she has worked as an RN for almost 30 years at LA County Hospital. 

Informant: 

When I was a child we weren’t very fortunate and did not have very much money. As a result, when we got sick we relied mostly on home remedies that Grandma had learned from her mom to cure whatever symptoms we had. One that I vividly remember is when we would get fevers, Grandma would take a tortilla and place it on our tummy. She said that it would draw the fever away from our heads and move towards the tortilla. So any time any of us had a fever there was no doubt that there was a tortilla resting on our bellies working to take the fever away from our heads. It never really worked but Grandma was really persistent about doing it.

Analysis: 

I wonder if at any point this worked for my grandma considering how often she did it to relieve my aunt and her siblings of their fever. Did she really think it was going to work or was it something like a placebo effect? I’m sure this type of folklore is a version of multiplicity and variation. I’m sure other cultures have their forms of home remedies that seem quite ridiculous. But with the rise of modern medicine practices like these are slowly but surley being lost.