Pat here with your daily dose of fascinating but useless history trivia—on beekeeping. As a gardener, I’m painfully aware of modern problems in keeping bees alive. At the moment, we’re nurturing an avocado tree with weird fruiting habits that require lots of bees at just the right time, and we’re not having much success. Historically, farmers didn’t grow plants requiring that much fuss, but they did need bees to improve their crops, even if they didn’t know it. Mostly, though, our ancestors saw bees as a means to fill their coffers.
Beekeeping was well established as a process well before the Romans invaded Britain way back in AD 43. Domesticated beekeeping had been around in Egypt and China a few thousand years earlier. We don’t know exactly what early Britains knew, although they undoubtedly knew how to use hollowed-out tree stumps and fallen logs. The Romans understood how to use more sophisticated methods like beehives, honeypots, and how to smoke bees to calm them.
Although we have early examples of skeps to house a hive, it wasn’t until the medieval era that we have complete texts explaining these more “modern” techniques. There is a 10th century book called Geoponika that shows people had been studying bee habits for a long time. They recognized that bees had leaders (although, of course, they called them kings) and different activities. It describes hives with ventilation made of particular woods and size. It recommends honey and wine for young bees and barley cakes in winter. The detailed instructions are amazing—because honey and wax production were extremely profitable and worth studying.
By the 17th and 18th centuries, the skep, or basket hive, had become traditional. Basically a baked clay pot or ring of straw for the bees to attach the honeycomb to, it was protected in winter by conical wood hackles. In spring, they’d remove the hackle and smoke out or drown the colony to recover the honey. That honey, along with the beeswax, was often traded for rent to landlords or tithes to the church.
But smoking and drowning killed the colony! Apparently there were enough bees around at the time that they didn’t worry too much about throwing the baby out with the bathwater.
But, of course, my psychic beekeeper in ENTRANCING THE EARL cannot bear to kill her bees, because she talks to them, and they talk back. “Telling the bees” is an old European tradition where a member of the household reports births, marriages, and deaths to the hives, presumably reassuring the bees that all will go on as before, so they don’t quit producing honey or die. It’s theorized this practice comes from Celtic mythology about bees being the link between our world and the spirit world, which of course fits right in with my druidic Malcolms.
So my heroine is desperate to learn about the new hives invented by the American Reverend L. L. Langstroth that allow her to save the bees. She’s read a pamphlet and worked out how to carry her queen with her when she runs away from the stepfather who wants to sell her title with marriage, but she wants to build a hive she doesn’t have to burn. Langstroth’s system of boxes were made to unique specifications that kept the honeycomb accessible and allowed the excess honey to flow into a separate box. It is the same basic system used today, but it was almost unknown at the time of my story. So once my heroine finds my hero, who has access to libraries where she might find Langstroth’s book, she burrows in—like a queen bee in a hollow log. <G> The fact that he’s allergic to her bees is totally irrelevant, right?
More detailed history about the Langstroth Hive and about bees.
And our Anne did a lovely, more detailed post about bees and her childhood.
How do you feel about bees? Are you allergic like my hero? As a child, I was terrified of them, but now I study anything I put on my garden to be certain it doesn’t harm bees. With so much conflicting information, it isn’t easy!
I love "fascinating but useless" history trivia. I had never heard of "telling the bees." Your book sounds really interesting.
I stepped on a bee while playing barefoot in the grass as a child and got a really painful sting. Put me off bees for a long time. They don't bother me now though. I have a lot of them around my house - they like my flowers. Wasps and hornets still scare me but I've found that if I just sit still, they won't hurt me. I found it interesting that when we had the eclipse a few years ago, a bee on one of my flower pots was the only creature still going about his business.
Interesting post.
Posted by: Mary T | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 04:57 AM
If you'd like a tidbit of multicultural beekeeping trivia: bees are also special in traditional Bosnian village culture, and are thought to know things similar to the telling of the bees. In the Bosnian language, "to die" is umreti for people, and krepati for all animals, except bees. When talking about bees dying you use umreti not krepati; this may seem like splitting hairs to the non-speaker but it conveys a lot about the significance of bees to the culture.
Posted by: Dorothea | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 07:17 AM
Great post. I had no idea that, before the mid 19th century, the hives would be destroyed, with the bees inside. How sad. Glad that has been rectified.
I never cared much for honey, but the only honey I was exposed to was clover honey. Then I found a small company, owned by the beekeeper, that sells honey, each from a different flower or two, and seasonal. An eye, or I should say, a taste-bud opener. Wow, what a difference and such fun to taste them all. One even had the flavor of mint, as that was one of the flowers the bees used for that honey.
Posted by: Alison Y | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 07:36 AM
Fascinating trivia! All those busy little bees are such useful, even vital, creatures. However, I am not fond of wasps/hornets/yellow jackets. Last time I got stung by a wasp, my hand blew up to twice its size, so I'm very cautious around them these days.
There was a wasp? hornet? (I'm never sure which is which or if that's a necessary distinction) nest in the tree by our back door. We didn't know it was there, although we saw the residents frequently, until the leaves fell and exposed it. It was frighteningly big—beachball size. And when winter storms knocked it down, I was amazed to see how flimsy it was.
Posted by: Lil | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 07:46 AM
I recently enjoyed ENTRANCING THE EARL. Thanks, Patricia.
My oldest son kept a couple of hives back in the 60's. We lived in a house where there were several citrus trees and lots of other great greenery. We all enjoyed the honey and learned a lot about beekeeping. When we moved and took the bees with us many neighbors complained about bees in their swimming pools, so he had to give them away to someone who wasn't in a neighborhood with so many pools.
Posted by: Beverly Abney | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 08:14 AM
That is fascinating, Dorothea! Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Kareni | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 08:44 AM
Thanks for an educational post, Pat; I learn so many nifty things here from the posts and the comments.
Interestingly, my prior knowledge of beekeeping came from a depression era historical romance -- Morning Glory by LaVyrle Spencer.
Posted by: Kareni | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 08:48 AM
I always enjoy reading about bee culture. I have mostly learned about it in romances rather than in factual treatises, but I have enjoyed both. Thanks for adding to this knowledge, both here and in Entrancing the Earl, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Posted by: Sue McCormick | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 10:57 AM
ah, yes, that first childhood bee sting does a lot of us in! And wasps are just plain scary.
and that is interesting about the eclipse!
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 11:44 AM
oh, that's great! I like knowing that bees get a lot of respect. Our farmer ancestors paid attention to their value.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 11:45 AM
a honey tasting! The stuff in stores is bland compared to the real thing, isn't it?
Historically, beekeepers could have just smoked out the bees, but they wanted all parts of the hive and those skeps just didn't allow for that.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 11:47 AM
oh ouch on the swollen hand. That does sound like an allergic reaction unless you were stung multiple times. Best to avoid the little buggers. The nests are fascinating but I'd rather not have one in my yard.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 11:48 AM
oh, that's a shame about the pools! Bees and citrus are just made for each other, but we don't have room for a hive. So I just give them lots of pretty flowers.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 11:49 AM
Oh, I read that! Maybe that's where I picked up my interest? I have utterly no memory of the story anymore though.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 11:50 AM
Thank you, Sue! Glad I could provide a few hours of entertainment.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 11:51 AM
Diana Gabaldon's newest Outlander book is coming out in November and is named, "Tell the Bees that I am gone." It fits in well with Celtic connection, since the hero is a highlander.
Posted by: Kathryn | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 09:22 AM
And don't forget honey mead.
Posted by: Cindy A | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 09:49 AM
Another good article about beekeeping. I like the idea of "Telling the bees" and how important they are. I grew up with limited electricity so learned early on how to make bees wax candles. My Oma treated all ailments with a spoonful of honey.
I have friends who bought property just south of where we live and they keep bees there. They encourage only native plants which the bees pollinate. The honey they make is wonderful and I am so lucky to be considered a good friend and am well supplied with honey. Sadly the bee population here is very low - I have various types of wasps and bees but few honeybees. We do have orchards which have their own hives. I do not know how they are doing.
Posted by: Margot | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 09:53 AM
I love bees. They make flowers grow. I had a lime tree and they made sure I had limes. In short, I am a fan of bees. And I can understand speaking to them. I talk to my plants. I talk to my dog. And I know that bees are probably very good listeners.
Hope everyone is well and happy and safe.
Posted by: Annette N | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 09:58 AM
Mary, I was brought up with "telling the bees" and when my dad died, I told his hives, and explained that I was taking them over now. Same when Mum died. And when there are children born into the family, or weddings etc.
In one of my books, my heroine used to talk to the bees about her troubles. It's what you do when you're brought up with bees
Posted by: Anne Gracie | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 10:10 AM
One day I think beekeepers will describe their various honeys the way winemakers do today. My grandpa's honey had a beautiful thyme flavour because he had big patches of thyme in the garden. My dad's honey had many garden flowers and an underlying base note of ti-tree, which is delicious and very healthy.
Posted by: Anne Gracie | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 10:13 AM
I wonder why honey sellers aren't doing this already. Or maybe there's just not enough production of specific kinds to sell bottles of "thyme honey, vintage 2020." But it would be fun if they did!
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 11:04 AM
Oh how very cool! Yes, this legend would fit in beautifully.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 11:05 AM
I am quite certain our ancestors didn't!
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 11:05 AM
Modern agriculture may have benefits, but not to our bees. We have to find more natural ways of keeping out unwanted insects and weeds and welcoming the good ones. It's not easy and I pity the poor farmers struggling with both sides of this problem.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 11:07 AM
Thank you, Annette! We'll have to tell the bees if we're not feeling well, I guess.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 11:08 AM
I don't know if it's just here in Ireland but it's National Bee week. How coincidental that your post is about them today! I like bees and I'm trying to grow things to encourage them into the garden because they are so scarce. We have a hedge on either side of our driveway and in Spring and Summer you can actually hear it humming there are so many bees in it.
I love these type of posts. Love learning trivia!
Posted by: Teresa Broderick | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 12:22 PM
They do sell really specific kinds of honey, Pat — usually related to the main species of flower — for instance clover honey, or yellow-gum honey or Tasmanian Leatherwood honey, but they don't have a language to describe the tastes the way winemakers and wine tasters have.
The NZers have made "Manuka honey" famous which is ti-tree honey with the NZ name for it on the label.
My mum used to label their honey with things like "Copper hive" and the year. It always sounded so exotic -- a copper beehive -- but really it was just that it was from the hive sitting on top of the old copper.
Posted by: Anne Gracie | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 04:31 PM
sigh, typepad rejected my email reply. I should think "clover" honey or "Ti=tree" honey would be explanatory enough, but silly descriptions like "sour like green apples" wouldn't hurt.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 04:58 PM
Ah, my psychic Irish half must have picked up the vibrations! I imagine your bees enjoy the protection of those lovely hedges as well as the pollen.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 04:58 PM
Thank you for this. I'm a beekeeper, so I'm allways happy to hear someone talk nicely about my favorite creatures! I read through the links, and the one about catching a swarm wearing lace curtains and using a dog can as a smoker made me smile. :-)
I'm so glad my friend Lynne shared this with me.
Posted by: Kym Lucas | Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 07:09 PM
I'm thrilled she did, too! Beekeepers are good people and they write good blogs.
Posted by: Patricia Rice | Friday, May 21, 2021 at 07:07 AM
Yemen has the kind of honey stores you are talking about. Honey, in dozens of varieties, is the only thing they sell, and they offer taste samples so you can choose the type you want to buy. Yemen is famous for their honey, but it's quite expensive and rarely found outside the country.
Posted by: Karin | Friday, May 21, 2021 at 06:42 PM
Sounds lovely, Karin. Poor Yemen is struggling at the moment. Breaks your heart.
Posted by: Anne Gracie | Friday, May 21, 2021 at 06:47 PM