Frau Specht', 2019/20, from 'Unternächte', an ongoing project examining the time, myths, and traditions during Winter in my home area in Bavaria. The Specht is one of the figures here roaming the nights between Christmas and New Year. Read more below – project with more info on my website (link in bio). Looking much forward to continuing this in the colder months.
When my grandfather was a child, his grandmother went into the garden with him to leave some leftovers from the Christmas dinner, to feed and appease the Specht, who would thank people with a rich harvest in the new year.
This is my mom in a traditional costume of the Spechten of Konnersreuth. In the 80ies, the village revived this tradition by giving it a figural form, and now every year at noon on the 24th of December, the Spechten roam the village. Children are invited to throw old bread into the sacks they carry around with them, in exchange for candy, which the Spechten will then hand out in return.
Traditionally it is told to children that, if they don't treat the Specht with respect and leave her some food, she will come at night, cut them open with her long blade, and fill their bellies with straw and stones. Naturally, this story is left away now in Konnersreuth – and the usual sharp knives the Specht is equipped with got actually replaced with wooden versions.
In other areas the Specht goes around grinding her knives, screaming 'Wetza, wetza, Bauch aafschneidn' (Grinding, grinding, cutting the belly open).