Thursday, December 14, 2023

Day Fourteen: the shoe and the bone/pipe?


Why is there one lone shoe and what might be a bone, or perhaps a clay pipe – I can’t decide - on the roof of the stable, along with some other unidentifiable detritus? This is a real puzzle, and I can’t find anything anywhere that explains it. Your guess is as good as mine!

 Modern urban legends say that single shoes on roofs, or a pair hanging  from telephone wires mark gang boundaries, or houses where drugs can be bought, but whether there’s any truth in that, or whether they were just thrown there in an act of bullying or horsing around is moot.

Maybe Brueghel’s single shoe is a random detail, but, as I’ve said before, that is unlikely; the painting is too small, and carefully constructed for random detail.

It seems more likely that it is connected with the old tradition of concealing shoes in the walls or roof spaces of houses, which was commonplace across Northern Europe. It is thought to have been a way of guarding against evil spirits. The theory is that somehow the spirit of the wearer lingered in the shoe; shoes are very personal things which shape themselves to our feet. The spirit of the wearer, like an ethereal version of a Ring doorbell, was supposed to watch over the house. They may also have been a way of ritually preserving the presence of ancestors in the house. There are prehistoric traditions of the burial of family members beneath the floors of houses which seem to serve a similar purpose.

Maybe this another way for Brueghel to tell us that, through the birth, life, death and resurrection of Jesus death and evil have been defeated. There is no need for people to resort to concealing shoes to guard against them!

 

For Reflection

St Paul says: I am convinced that neither death nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nore powers, nor height, hore depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Romans 8. 37-39

 

Do you fear death? If so, why?

Are there any things you do, or avoid doing, which you recognise have no basis in logic, but make you feel better?


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