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Opinion: What can Sweden learn from embracing the American Halloween tradition?

Columnist Lisa Bjurwald was raised with a suspicion towards American commercialisation, but she's come round to the idea that Sweden could learn a thing or two from holidays like Halloween.

Opinion: What can Sweden learn from embracing the American Halloween tradition?
'When it comes to holidays, there's no doubt the Americans got it right.' Photo: Bertil Ericsson/Scanpix/TT

It’s that time of the year again: gather around the fire, ye natives Swedes, for our traditional cranky debate on imported holidays! This one won’t play out in the papers, and we’re far too polite to say it to your face. But trust me, it’s on.

“What is the ‘trick’ part of trick and treat, really?”, a relative texted (I had sent out a warning that tiny ghouls might be circulating below her balcony come Saturday). “The Americans have already given the world Trump. Isn’t that a nasty enough trick?”.

Ah, the Americans. If you’ve arrived here, say, in the last 20 years, it’s probably hard to fathom what a disdain many Swedes hold for all things US. But for many decades, the ruling Social Democratic Party painted a negative picture that’s still hard to rub out. In fact, amid many 40-somethings’ childhood memories of forest excursions and playing on the beach nests one of being placed high on a parents’ shoulders as mum and dad march down the street shouting slogans like “Crush American imperialism!”.

But when it comes to holidays, there’s no doubt Americans got it right. Most of our own so-called Red Days are useless. Has there ever been a Kristi Himmelsfärd (Ascension Day) party in Sweden? Highly improbable.

You get to eat waffles on Marie Bebådelsedag (Feast of the Annunciation); perhaps a treat of unimaginable luxury to those born in the 1940s, but a standard feature at any half-decent Sunday brunch these days.

When I was a kid, in the 1980s and 90s, the dull Swedish Spring (here, April truly is the cruelest month) at least had Easter. The Christian connection was lost in secular Sweden, with celebrations instead consisting of decidedly unholy eat-til-you-feel-ill candy feasts in front of the video player.

But the Swedish autumn, when the rain doesn’t so much fall as whip you across the face, was just one endless wait for Christmas. It was completely devoid of highlights. The Swedish tradition of All Hallow’s Eve was and is mainly for grown-ups, a time for mourning and reflection marked by the placing of candles on lost ones’ graves. There’s no particular food or drink or anything else remotely cheerful about it.


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Then, in the mid- to late 90s, depending on where in the country you lived, an exciting foreign seed was planted. Monster masks and “slutty vampire” dresses started appearing not just in specialized costume stores but in mainstream shops. Clubs had DJ’s spraying the crowds with neon-pink cobwebs. Pumpkins, plastic spiders and fake fangs were suddenly stacked high by the supermarket cashier. Halloween had arrived! But trust the adults to try to spoil it.

Halloween was not just painted as silly and “imported” but as downright dangerous. Of particular concern were the monster masks, the topic of many a Principal’s Letter to the Parents. Supposedly, masks encouraged street crime. The sheer improbability of kids turning into robbers or murderers simply by placing a mask over their faces (although that would make a terrifying Halloween blockbuster) was rarely discussed.

The search term “Halloween” turns up only 3 results for the year 1990 in the Swedish media archive Retriever, but by 1995, the word is mentioned 45 times. Göteborgs-Posten comes across as suspicious:

“We seem to be about to embrace the Anglo-Saxon celebration of Halloween – All Saints’ Day, on October 31st. Commercially, Halloween is already a Swedish holiday to be reckoned with. The question is whether we, in the long run, will celebrate Halloween with the same fervor as Valborg or Lucia. ‘There is a need for a profane weekend during the autumn. Halloween may very well have a future in Sweden’, curator Ingeborg Borgenstierna at the Nordic Museum claims.”

A Swedish elementary teacher based in the US is brought in to explain further: “[American kids] dress up as ghosts or witches and walk around knocking on doors, a bit like when Swedish children dress up as Easter witches, says Gunilla Engström.”


Photo: Håkon Mosvold Larsen/Scanpix/TT

“Moderate Swedes are usually amazed at the amount of candy heaped at the children,” the author writes. “They often gather entire bags of sweets, enough to last until Christmas. Alongside this idyllic celebration, teenagers, according to Gunilla Engström, are out ‘messing around,’ especially in the big cities.”

As most children back then were only allowed a small amount of candy on Saturdays (lördagsgodis), perhaps it’s no wonder Halloween caught on with Swedish kids?

A scientist at Stockholm University’s Department of Ethnology, Ulla Brück, gets the final word: “This is about an Americanization, where the commercial power, combined with newspapers and television, is enormous.”

But no amount of disdainful party poopers could stop the Halloween train. By the year 1999, Halloween had gone mainstream with a total of 379 mentions of the spooky holiday in the Swedish press and innumerable fake blood-soaked parties across the land. Now, there’s hardly a school or pre-school that doesn’t arrange a Halloween costume disco on Friday. Trick-or-treating has become a fun way for kids to meet their neighbours; a rare opportunity, at least in Swedish cities, where socializing usually extends to a quick “hello” in the communal stairs.

So thank God for the “vulgar Americanization”. Not only has it lit up our calendar with the childish fun of Halloween and an explosion of heart-warming events on Valentine’s Day. It has also inspired us to create new, unquestionably Swedish holidays like Cinnamon Bun Day on October 4th.

All we need now is the successful export of our own, more solemn All Hallow’s Eve tradition, with hundreds of candle lights filling the graveyards after dark. Perhaps an Annual Cinnamon Bun Day is an easier sell…

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Twelve things about Sweden that make me smile

With new Swedish citizens soon to be welcomed into the fold with National Day ceremonies across the country, Nordic editor Richard Orange runs through some of the things about their new country that warm his heart.

Twelve things about Sweden that make me smile

Pontoons or bryggor 

Any pond or lake in Sweden bigger than a football pitch will have its own pontoon and whenever I see one, its wooden platform leading my eye out invitingly towards the deeper water, it always brings an involuntary smile to my face. 

Swimming in fresh water is one of life’s simple pleasures, and Sweden’s bryggor do celebrate that, but they also demonstrate how Swedes work collectively. Bryggor are almost always well-maintained, but are rarely owned by anyone. Despite this, they’re always free to use. This is not how things work back in my home country of the UK, and it’s a fantastic thing. 

The pontoon at Richard Orange’s local lake. Photo: Mia Orange

Overloaded box bikes

I suspect some in Sweden would dismiss lådcyklar or box bikes, as a marker of the country’s smug, left-of-centre middle class. But even after owning my own battered and ancient example for nigh on a decade, seeing one can still make me break out into a smile. 

To amuse me, they need to be overloaded. It could be a gaggle of kids of different ages without a seatbelt in sight, a towering piece of furniture, a joyful-looking 20-something, or an enormous dog. 

To me, there’s something wonderfully free about box bikes. A life with fewer cars, slightly chaotic, a little bit hippy but still very sensible. 

A cargo bike, although not quite overloaded enough to qualify. Photo: Sofia Sabel/imagebank.sweden.se

A well-tooled utility belt 

Sweden is a country of engineers and practical people and nothing exemplifies this more than the utility belts, often incorporated into work trousers, worn by the legions of prosperous-looking electricians, carpenters, builders and other workmen or entreprenörer – down where I live in Skåne anyway.

They will have, at the very least, a screwdriver, a hammer, a Mora knife, an extendable ruler, and a carpenter’s pencil, all neatly organised and at the ready. 

For me, it’s evidence of the fact that even after years of growing inequality, Sweden’s blue collar workers still enjoy comparatively higher wages than their counterparts in many other countries in Europe, or in the US or Australia. It’s a sign of the dignity and professionalism of the country’s manual workers, and that can only be a good thing. 

Sun worshippers 

They start to appear at some point in March or April. People standing absolutely still on the pavement or sitting with their back against a wall, eyes closed, just enjoying the sensation of warm sun on their faces. 

Even for someone from cloudy, overcast Britain, this is quite strange behaviour, so it must seem wildly foreign to someone from a sunny country like Italy or Spain. 

While Sweden’s winters can be cold, grey and depressing, it can seem worth it, almost anyway, when everything and everyone springs back into life in the spring. For me, it’s the sunworshippers, rather than the first spring flowers, that mark the moment this quickening has begun. 

Valstugor or “election cabins”

The highlight of every election year for me is visiting the makeshift villages of valstugor, or election cabins, that spring up in town and city squares across the country.

Anyone can just wander up and just start chatting to the political activists about whatever political issue they want to talk about, local, regional or national, and very often the parties’ most senior local politicians will be there. 

I’ve witnessed the local head of the far-right Sweden Democrats passionately debating an overexcited crowd of youths with immigrant backgrounds, the head of the local Moderates brutally disown his party’s leader and prime ministerial candidate, and Social Democrats discuss how pessimistic they feel ahead of the coming vote. 

For me, it’s a sign of the openness of Swedish society and of how impressively healthy and alive the country’s democracy is at a local level. I always walk away from spending my lunch break touring the cabins beaming. 

Valstugor or ‘election cabins’ for the Sweden Democrats and Christian Democrats ahead of Sweden’s 2022 election. Photo: Henrik Montgomery/TT

Raggarbilar 

There’s nothing like witnessing a gleaming 1965 Pontiac Bonneville convertible cruising along a Swedish country road to put a smile on your face. I’m not a car enthusiast, but I appreciate passion when I see it, and the sheer incongruity of seeing American cars from the 1950s and 1960s cars on the roads of Sweden always amuses me.

Sweden’s raggare subculture, which is based around an obsession with 1950s American culture and cars, is fascinating. It’s almost entirely based in the countryside, so you only really encounter it when you leave the big cities.

I like to try and get a look at who the person is who has devoted so much of their spare time to renovating and maintaining their beautiful vehicle. 

READ ALSO: Why are so many rural Swedes obsessed with the American South? 

Power Big Meet in Västerås, the world’s largest meet for vintage American cars. Photo: Pontus Lundahl/TT

The mayor on a bike 

Since foreign minister Anna Lindh was stabbed to death 2003 while shopping in upmarket NK department store, Sweden’s leading national politicians have tended to travel with security. 

But the same is not the case at a regional and local level, and here in Malmö you’ll often see the mayor Katrin Stjernfeldt Jammeh going from place to place completely unsupervised on her bicycle. 

As with valstugor, for me it’s a sign of the openness of Swedish democracy. 

Toddlers in winter overalls 

Det finns inget dåligt väder – bara dåliga kläder. “There’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes.” If you’ve spent a winter in Sweden as a foreigner, you’ve almost certainly heard this Swedish saying over and over again.

It’s true, and particularly true of the gangs of toddlers you’ll see out in the snow in parks and preschool playgrounds across the country, wearing the winter overalls that look almost like little space suits. 

You may be spending the dark Swedish winter largely cooped up in well-heated apartments, but it’s heartening to see that they, at least, are not. And that always makes me smile. 

Coffee mornings (or afternoons for that matter) 

The local village café near where we are building our summer house has a little sign on the wall informing the clientele of its frukostklubben, or “breakfast club”, explaining who were the first locals to attend and which table they sit at. 

If you get there for its 8am opening, you’ll soon see the guy who runs the local plumbing firm, an electrician, and perhaps the odd farmer, take their place at the table and begin gabbling on about local matters, discussing politics, all in the distinctive mellow rural accent of southeastern Skåne. 

These sorts of gatherings happen across the country. You’ll see a bunch of old ladies in their 80s and 90s meeting over cakes and coffee in the more traditional types of konditori, and it gladdens the heart. 

Killjoy festive news stories 

Whenever it’s time for a Swedish celebration, such as Christmas, Easter, Valborg, New Year, I’m always on the look out for the killjoy festive news stories that are a grand, if little recognised, Swedish media tradition. 

READ ALSO: Why does the Swedish media love killjoy festive news? 

“Why Christmas is a dangerous time for your pets”, “The particle pollution caused by Valborg bonfires”, “How Sweden’s Christmas herring are dying out”. Whether they come up with a totally new angle or refresh an old classic, no festive period ever passes without a little injection of misery from Sweden’s newspapers and broadcasters. 

For me, it says something about the Swedish reluctance to ever really enjoy anything absolutely and without reserve, a hangover perhaps from the country’s Lutheran heritage. 

“Alarm on chemicals in Swedish crayfish.” A typically miserable headline for a Swedish festive story. Photo: Screenshot

Rapeseed

This might perhaps be something limited to people who live in Skåne, but the wide fields of bright yellow rapeseed flowers you come across when driving around Sweden in the early summer always blow me away. You come over the crest of a hill and there it is. If you throw in a whitewashed medieval church, and a few wind turbines rotating majestically on the horizon, it can be a breathtaking sight.  

A field of rapeseed in Skåne, southern Sweden. Photo: Jerker Andersson/imagebank.sweden.se

The kulturtant, or “culture lady”

Once you develop an eye for them, Sweden’s kulturtantar, or “culture ladies”, are instantly recognisable and everywhere, with their baggy patterned clothes in rough cotton or home-knitted wool, brightly coloured arty looking glasses, and chunky jewellery. 

They are gently ridiculed in Sweden as another manifestation of the smug, liberal middle classes, but they are also celebrated as the core audience that keeps Sweden’s cultural world alive. It’s the kulturtantar who buy the theatre tickets, go to the literature readings, and visit the art galleries in Sweden’s cities and towns. 

In a country that I sometimes find a bit too practically minded, I’m glad they exist, and a lot of my friends, though still in their 40s, are well on the way to kulturtant status. 

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