This story is not a retelling of the first version I read of that Irish tale. Over the years, I've read several
versions. But if I remember correctly, the first version I read stated that Jack was a surly turnip
farmer, who could pinch a penny until it screamed. My retelling here originates from a
version I heard from another seasoned story-teller. I much later learned that the assistance of a saint or a good spirit was a common variant in the Jack 'O Lantern story.
Of course, this is MY version and I alone am responsible for adding my own bits. Practically every
story-teller will add her/his own flair to a tale.
I have given the story a Neo-Pagan flair--which the original storyteller did not--and I had originally planned to tell it to a bunch of older children at a CPC Samhain. The children, however, decided they would rather play a Halloween game inside rather than listen to a story around a bonfire in the chilly October night. (Through no fault of mine, the event program started late.) Confronted with a much older audience than I planned, I decided to throw in one or two humorous adult details, such as the "prostitutes in the town." To my delight, the story was a such a hit with the adults that I decided to record this version pretty much as I told it back then. |
If you retell this story to your Pagan child, you probably want to leave out the "prostitutes in the town." That's one of the humorous adult details I added. There were noooo ladies of the evening in the other storyteller's version. Originally, I planned to say, "mean to small dogs, the town's children, and even stole treats from the wee toddlers." For a version more suitable to children, please check CPC Holidays: Pumpkin Stories.
Parents and other adults, always adjust this story for the individual kids you are retelling it to. Please see More About the Spirit of Jack to get a handle on how many different ways the story about the spirit of Jack O' Lantern has been told.
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The tale of Jack O' Lantern is an old, old story, that goes back to the British Isles, and it has been told many different ways. This story about Jack O' Lantern is only one type of folklore about the Lantern Men or Will o' Wisps. They were spirits: either faeries or ghosts. In the USA, the name Jack O' Lantern is the label that seems to have stuck.
A long time ago in Ireland, there was a fellow known as Wicked Jack. Wicked Jack was a very bad man. He was a highwayman, a robber, and a murderer. He was often quite cruel. When in town, he kicked small dogs and was mean to children without any reason. He cheated at card games. Sometimes, he grabbed treats from the wee tots. (Yes! He even stole candy from a baby.)
Wicked Jack liked that everyone was afraid of him.
As a highwayman, Jack was often not content to simply rob travelers; he often slit their throats and tossed their bodies in the woods.
One Autumn, on a bright, crisp day, Jack was seated under an apple tree resting his eyes, enjoying the sunshine on his face, when someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.
He was astonished to see a powerful spirit with horns standing there. Wicked Jack knew who this spirit was--the leader of the Wild Hunt, the Lord of the Greenwood. If the Master of the Hunt collected someone, he would spirit that person away to his lair; later that person would become one of the spirits who rode under the command of the Master of the Hunt.
The spirit said gruffly, "Come along, Jack. You've been murdering too many people in my woods. I'm collecting you now. You're coming with me."
Wicked Jack was a crafty fellow, full of tricks. Jack looked up in the tree and said, "Alright then. But before we go, could I have that last apple up there in the tree? I bet it's a long trip to where we're headed and I'm awfully hungry. It looks like a tasty treat. We could share it."
Indeed, high up in the tree was one bright red apple, still hanging on the branches. Perhaps, this seemed like a reasonable request, for the spirit scrambled up the tree. Some say, Jack pulled out his knife and carved a magic sign at the tree's base. Was it a rune or sol-kross? Some folks even said Jack might have set an old iron key at the tree's base. Whatever it was, it trapped the spirit up in the tree.
The spirit up in the tree howled in anger--and screeched, in rage, and then let out another howl.
Yet, Wicked Jack said, "You thought you had me. Now I've got you! Master of the Hunt, you won't be collecting me."
The spirit screeched and screamed, but Jack just laughed hard.
"Clever Jack, full of tricks!" snarled the spirit, "Fine! I release all claims on you!"
"Glad to hear it," answered Jack, "but you--you can just stay in that tree." And off he went, chuckling to himself as the spirit howled.
It'd be nice to say that Jack had learned his lesson and decided to change his wicked ways. But he did not. He was still a murderer and a robber and a card cheat. He still kicked small dogs and was mean to small children. If anything, he was worse then ever.
Jack believed that he could do whatever he pleased with no consequences.
Years passed and, of course, Wicked Jack died, as all mortal men must. His soul journeyed up toward the bright and shining land. But the guardian of the gate stopped him when Jack arrived.
"Wicked Jack? What are you doing here? You are not welcome here. These are the pleasant plains and beautiful fields meant for kindly souls. You've done many evil deeds and you're not even the least bit sorry about it. No--You can't come here. You've been a highwayman, a murderer, and a robber. You're a card cheat and a bully--always full of mean tricks. You've shown no kindness or charity to anyone. You've been wicked and mean your whole lif! Why, you even kicked small dogs for no reason."
Jack wandered off, searching for somewhere else to go. Eventually, he found his way down to the underworld, to the realm of the Mighty One, the Lord of Shadows, the Master of the Wild Hunt.
When he demanded entrance, the Lord himself came.
"You!" screeched the angry spirit. "You trapped me in that tree for two years, until I could grow the bark back over that sign you carved. What are you doing here?"
Jack answered, "I have no place to go."
"You have the notion to come to my realm? And ask for entrance here after what you did to ME?? Be gone! I have no use for you!"
Jack said, "BUT where am I to go?"
"I care not. Off with you to the Outer Darkness!"
Thus, Jack wandered off into the Outer Darkness between the worlds. There were terrible things there in the darkness and the cold. The dark faerie of the Unseely Court wandered here, the night hag, the banshee, and there were more terrible things still in the darkness. But Jack was a tough old dog. And he wandered for many years, all over the British Isles and many lands, and in time all over the world. Jack saw many frightening and terrible things.
Then one night, as he sat lonely and sad, a gentle faery spirit passed him. The faery spirit took pity upon old Jack, there sitting alone in the dark.
She plucked an Autumn vegetable from the field. Maybe it was a pumpkin or a gourd, some say it was a turnip. She hollowed it out, carved a face, and placed a glowing light inside.
"Here, Jack," and she handed him the glowing lamp, "this will light your way in the dark and protect you between the worlds."
THAT is the reason why--even today in America--we hollow out pumpkins and carve on faces to frighten away malignant spirits. The Irish custom, of course, was to place a lit candle in a hollowed-out turnip.
If you put Jack's lantern outside your home, he'll know that you know his story--the story of Jack of the Lantern.
2007, 2022
There are lots of versions of this story about the wandering spirit from the British Isles, sometimes called Wicked Jack, Wicked John, Stingy Jack, or just Jacky.
The earliest version recorded in the USA--that I know of--was published in 1880. It was probably brought by Irish immigrants to America. At that time, the story was not specifically attached to Halloween.
Likewise, there are published references to Americans carving faces into pumpkins and illuminating the carved pumpkins with candles since 1850.
Earlier in the British Isles, the turnip was used instead to fashion Jack-o'-lanterns. There is a lot more information about this on Wicca: Jack O' Lantern.
Well--in autumn when the nights first got cool--Jack liked to change the colors of the leaves on the trees before Old Man Winter caused them to turn brown and drop from the trees. Jack would paint them in colors of red, yellow, and orange, laughing all the time.
Yet, the most fun Jack had was playing in the farm fields. He would dash through the corn rows and make the dry stalks shiver like something much bigger than little Jack was passing through.
He played out in the moonlight and dark nights. Jack Frost especially liked running through pumpkin patches late at night, where the pumpkins had been turned orange. The October moon, when it was full, was big and round and as golden as a pumpkin. He would run up and down the rows in and out among the pumpkins playing hide and seek with his own shadow, and sometimes he would snap pumpkin vines.
Little Jack was a mischievous boy, full of tricks.
But Old Man Winter worried about his son, Jack, out there at night playing by himself. You see, Jack wasn't actually alone out there in the trees and farm fields. Other things walked abroad at night. The ghosts and goblins and other spirits wandered freely. Late autumn was when the dividing lines between the realms grew weak and thin. Not everything that was out and about was friendly towards Old Man Winter. A body doesn't get to be the king of winter without making a few enemies--and some of those enemies might have long memories.
Though Jack had tricks of his own, Old Man Winter decided he had to give Jack something to help keep him safe. He sat and thought and thought in his icy cave.
Then suddenly the answer came to him. Old Man Winter reached out his long hand and plucked an orange pumpkin from the fields [rather like this one here]. Then, he cut it open. He hollowed it out, and threw the seeds in the fields. He carved a face with a big toothy grin.
Then he grabbed a light and put it inside, and gave the pumpkin to Jack and told him he could use this lantern to light his way in the dark--and none of the ghosts and goblins would ever bother him, because they'd be scared of the light. From that time on, a carved pumpkin with a light inside was known as "Jack's Old Lantern."
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For another telling of this folktale suitable for older children, see
Jack and the Devil as retold by S. E. Schlosser
www.AmericanFolklore.net/folktales/md5/
(Schlosser's book, Spooky Maryland, has a different Worchester County tale of Jack O'Lantern.)
How to Make a Pumpkin Jack O' Lantern
How to Make a Turnip Jack-O-Lantern
Some things for folklorists and storytellers
In 2009, I located a Southern USA version of this tale in Joel Chandler Harris's Uncle Remus, his songs and sayings, 1880. Among folklorists, Jacky-my-lantern is characterized as tale type 330, "The Smith and the Devil." My retelling of Harris's Southern tale can be found at: Jacky-My-Lantern. If you want to read Harris's orginal Jacky-my-lantern, here is a direct link to the text. Though that Southern version derives from the Irish folktale of "Jack O' Lantern," it did not become attached to the American holiday of Halloween. In fact, I've never seen Harris's story referenced in any book about Halloween.
Here is another USA version of the same tale about the Jacky-my-lantern: "Wicked John and the Devil." Interestingly, St. Peter makes an early appearence in this version disguised as a lame begger to offer "Wicked John" or "Jacky" redemption via three wishes. Instead, Jacky wastes his wishes on having a chair, sledge-hammer, and thorn bush enchanted/blessed which he eventually employed for practical jokes. The Devil is tricked in a manner similar to Harris's version of the tale.
For those interested in Irish folklore and charms involving Jack O' Lantern, as well as directions on how to carve a turnip as the Irish did, please see How to Make a Turnip Jack O' Lantern. The pumpkin was a New World vegetable, and was not used in the old country of Ireland. It's assumed that some unknown Irish immigrant, having brought with him traditions involving the old Irish holiday, carved the first American Jack O' Lantern from a pumpkin--as no one really knows precisely when the practice began in the USA.
Shmuel Ross discussing the "inside scoop on jack-o'-lanterns" wrote:
People had been carving gourds or pumpkins and using them as lanterns long before this practice was associated with Halloween. In 1850, for example, poet John Greenleaf Whittier mentioned the practice of his boyhood in "The Pumpkin": "When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin, / Glaring out through the dark with a candle within!"Thomas Ruys Smith, American Scrapbook. Countdown to Halloween: John Greenleaf Whittier's "The Pumpkin" (1846) dated descriptions of a face carved a pumpkin 1837 and 1846. In his 1837 collection Twice-Told Tales, American author Nathaniel Hawthorne actually used the name "jack-o'lantern" in "The Great Carbuncle." Though the larger wave of Irish immigration to the USA was in the 1900's, there were Irish immigrants between 1831-1850 and it's possible that these eariler immigrants brought the story of Jack O'Lantern as well as the custom of carving faces into vegetables with them. Certainly, by the early 20th century, the story of the spirit of Jack was becoming associated with the holiday All Hallow's Eve, a suitable night for ghost stories.We don't know exactly when and why these lanterns became associated with Halloween in particular, though we do know it was in North America. But by the start of the 20th century, the connection was firmly established.
--Shmuel Ross, Halloween Traditions The inside scoop on jack-o'-lanterns and other Halloween traditions, Infoplease.com (Information Please Database), 2007, acessed 10/6/13
American author Washington Irving described Ichabod Crane being harried by the ghost of a Hessian know as the "Headless Horseman"
Just then he saw the goblin rising in his stirrups, in the very act of hurling his head at him. Ichabod endeavored to dodge the horrible missile, but too late. It encountered his cranium with a tremendous crash - he was tumbled headlong into the dust, and Gunpowder, the black steed, and the goblin rider passed by like a whirlwind.Irvington's story serves not only as an early description of a party with ghost stories, but a Halloween prank in which a pumpkin is associated with a ghost....
The tracks of horses' hoofs deeply dented in the road were traced to the bridge, beyond which, on the bank of a broad part of the brook, was found the hat of the unfortunate Ichabod, and close beside it a shattered pumpkin. --"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" 1917.
When a story is traced by folklorists as it passes through time, there appear minor and major revisions to that story. Different variants will clearly be the same story, but the story is not always the same, as details change. Sometimes the changes and details are minor. Is Jack a blacksmith or a farmer? Other times, the changes are more significant, as they are comments about which vices are deplored by the listeners. Is Jack a spendthrift, a drunkard, a miser, a criminal, or simply someone with a mean sense of humor?
Jack often ended up wandering in the darkness because he was far too clever with a powerful, supernatural being than he ought to have been.
There are numerous variants of this story. What follows are notes about some of the variations.
Jack o' the lantern! Joan the wad,
Who tickled the maid and made her mad;
Light me home, the weather's bad.
Copyright September 2013 Myth Woodling
In October 2013, I came across and hand held, battery powered Jack ' Lantern pumpkin designed to be carried during the evening hours of Halloween trick-or-treating. The flickering illumination from the small bulb inside seemed to be a clever imitation of the bobbing, hand held Jack 'o Lantern lights in folklore. Photo by Thoron Woodling, October 2013 |
Sources and Further Reading
The Piskeys: Joan the Wad and Jack O' Lantern
Storyville New Orleans: Superstions, Colloquialisms, Customs
The Tale of Jack O' Lantern, A Read-aloud story from Catholic Update
A Tale for Carving Pumpkins
Folktales and Stories
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