ABOUT

LUMBERJACK DAY! (also dubbed National Pancake Day) Celebrated every September 26!

ALSO KNOWN AS:
Talk Like a Lumberjack Day,
Eat Like a Lumberjack Day,
Attack Wooden Objects Like a Lumberjack Day,
and Today’s Awesome Because You Totally Don’t Have to Bath Day!

Lumberjack Day (which was later also named National Pancake Day) was invented in 2005 by Marianne Ways and Colleen AF Venable an excuse to go out eat a TON of pancakes and waffles with friends. They were also completely sick of pirate-themed parties, hence lumberjack day coming exactly one week after the popular “Talk Like a Pirate Day”. Over the years Lumberjack Day has grown and more and more people are celebrating, getting dressed up in plaid and beards (or sometimes even as giant pancakes or trees or oxen!) carrying fake axes and throwing huge lumberjack themed parties.

In 2007 Lumberjack Day expanded in Brooklyn and the famous JUNIOR’S DINER was taken over by 50 people covered in plaid and axes, as well as a six-foot tall pancake with legs…all demanding syrup-covered dinners and mozzarella sticks (there’s a lumberjack rebel in every group).

In 2013 Lumberjack Day exploded being dubbed National Pancake Day and talked about online in places like Food.com and Buzzfeed. Perkins, and many smaller restaurants, even offered free pancakes on that day!

Since then Lumberjack Day celebrations have spread from the East to the West. We’ve heard of Lumberjack Day parties all over the world!

Check out the OFFICIAL LUMBERJACK DAY animation. Improvised by CAFV and animated by Sir Scott Bateman back when the holiday started.

Lumberjack Day? Eh?

How it came to be…as explained by Colleen AF Venable, one of the co-creators AND former lumberjack (it’s true!), written in 2005 the first year of the holiday:

September 19th, International Talk Like a Pirate Day, a day widely celebrated by many and feared with big sharp pointy teeth by many others. Me, I tread the line between amusement and non-celebration, being all eye-patch and no tongue when it comes to the ways of our fine feather-shouldered laddies.

In September 2005, my dear friend Marianne Ways made a joke that she felt it was time to move on, to venture towards other cliché icons. Sure she could have gone the route of ninjas (always a crowd pleaser) or zombies, who seem to be more and more in fashion nowadays that I’m almost worried the day of the REAL zombie apocalypse most people will just be plain bored with them:

(Year 2057)
Zombie: BRAAAAAINS
Trendy Gal: Oh, PLEEEEAZE. That’s so 2005. And what the hell are you wearing? I wouldn’t be buried alive in that!

Oh how pleased I was when Ms Marianne instead opted for TALK LIKE A LUMBERJACK DAY, a much under appreciated, though still quite iconic stereotyped profession! It took us no time to declare a date:

EVERY SEPTEMBER 26!

Now, I hear the murmuring out there, and I can’t say I blame you. In my excitement to declare the day a holiday I sorta forgot one important detail…er how the hell do lumberjacks talk?

Lumberjacks do not have a specific stereotyped vernacular the way pirates do. There’s no generic “ARG” to put whenever your heart pleases there’s no real shortening of words with accompanied scurvy-induced face grimace. No lumberjack jokes end with a “Booty” equivalent. Sure there’s TIIIIIIIMMBBBER and maybe perhaps adding some Canadian accented “eh” here and there but really that’s about it.

HA! Just kidding! There are so many ways to talk like a Lumberjack. Also that’s not going to stop me from declaring LUMBERJACK DAY a holiday because I know a LOT about lumberjacks.

In FACT I used to be one. And no. I’m not kidding.

I used to spend my summers as a swim coach for a quite respected camp program, where they would bus all of us over the country, stopping at colleges along the route for week stints where 100’s of aspiring aquatic-kiddies would come to learn from some of the best swimmers in the world. Our staff was speckled with olympic hopefuls, world record holders, and me…the girl that never even made it close to a state rank, but was deliriously good at jump-roping (*cough United States Sports Camps record holder 1998-2000 cough*) and often the only one on staff that could understand what the 7 year olds were saying.

One summer in desperate need of some extra funds our head coach, who just went by the name “Coach” (though it was always said as affectionately as “dad”) offered for me to come and live with his family in Virginia helping get some paperwork together for the trip.

Now Coach and I got along splendedly, so splendidly that after a few days in Virginia, Coach decided he should make me a Lumberjack.

His winter job was running a company called (no joke) Lumberjacks, Inc. chopping down log stuff with big fancy machines and driving up and down the countryside delivering tons of lumber to campsites and conveinience stores. His son was a champion ax thrower. I spent a good number of afternoons throwing axes at logs with targets painted on them…though an on looker would have probably assumed I was trying to hit the swingset 20 feet over to the left instead since I never even was able to smack the blunt edge of the ax to the log. (Just a word of warning…my dart throwing is quite similar to my ax throwing. Just ask that guy at that party in 1997…you know HIM, the guy with the dart I just threw stuck in the side of his head…the one who’s too drunk to notice.)

That summer we ate massive amounts of pancakes (seriously we did!) We we must have been taking the long route to pass every single Waffle house in the northern hemisphere. My role as a lumberjack, other than strapping the wood down on the trailer and saying stupid things to make Coach laugh and tell me I was weird, was to wear a size XL shirt that simply said “Lumberjack” draped down to my knees and walk up to the campsites–”Hey, I’m the lumberjack here to deliver your wood. You wanted two tons right? Where should I put it?” Upon hearing this usually 5 men would be sent out to help me carry it, men who wouldn’t have lifted a finger if Coach had been the one at the door.

Sure I should be mad that such a sexist attitude still existed, but in all honesty I thought it was pretty hysterical, and also in all honesty I’m pretty sure I could have destroyed all of those men in armwrestling matches (we won’t even get into the jump-roping)

Now back from my long rambling Lumberjack tale to teach all of you how to talk like one. Forget about that fake Canadian accent. All you REALLY need to do to talk like a Lumberjack is just talk really REALLY LOUD! That log splitter friggin’ ROARS. Any true lumberjack can’t hear for crap after a long day on the job.

The End! Now Go Talk Loud!

….you think that’s too simple? Yeah…we kinda figured out talking like a lumberjack was only half the fun, so instead we figured out a lot more WAYS TO CELEBRATE

Now…who wants pancakes?