Yesterday I promised the bear-and-garlic story, so here it is. Happy Gaecheonjeol, by the way. It's Saturday, October 3, a few apartment balconies have the taegeukgi hanging out, and most of the country is sleeping in.
Gaecheonjeol gets translated as National Foundation Day, but the Korean name is way more dramatic. It means "the day heaven opened." Not the day a king got crowned or somebody signed a treaty. Heaven. Opened.
First, a god moves to the mountains
The oldest written version we have comes from a Buddhist monk named Iryeon, who put it in a book called Samguk Yusa in the 1280s. (The story's surely older than that. He's just the guy who wrote it down.)
It goes like this. Hwanin, the king of heaven, has a son named Hwanung who keeps peeking down at the human world and wanting to live there. Dad says fine, go. So Hwanung comes down to Mount Taebaeksan and sets up under a sacred tree, the sindansu, with 3,000 followers and three serious heavy hitters: the lords of wind, rain and clouds. If you're about to run a farming society, that's exactly the cabinet you'd pick.
His mission statement is four Chinese characters, hongik ingan. Roughly, "widely benefit humanity." Hang on to that phrase. It turns up later somewhere you wouldn't expect.
The bear, the tiger and one terrible diet
Now the bit everyone remembers. A bear and a tiger, who apparently shared a cave, come to Hwanung and beg him to make them human. He hands them a bundle of mugwort and twenty pieces of garlic. Rules: eat only this, stay out of the sun, a hundred days.
A hundred days. Raw garlic. In the dark.
Most of us would've lasted about as long as the tiger did, and the tiger quits. Just walks out. The bear? She toughs it out. Three weeks in (nobody ever mentions the other 79 days, so I'm guessing early release for good behavior) and poof, she's a woman. They call her Ungnyeo. Bear woman. Yep, that's literally the name.
Only now she's lonely. Back she goes to the sacred tree to pray for a baby, and Hwanung, who I guess had been keeping an eye on things, takes human form and marries her. Their kid is Dangun Wanggeom. He grows up to found Gojoseon, Korea's first kingdom, and the date tradition gives for that is 2333 BCE. Then he reigns for 1,500 years (sure), retires to the mountains, and becomes a mountain spirit at 1,908. Even the most patriotic history teacher doesn't take that part literally.
Koreans love that the tiger quits. The lesson's about as subtle as a brick: be patient, or go home hungry like the tiger. Teachers here tell that bit with a little too much relish, if you ask me. It's also where the half-joke comes from when Koreans call themselves Dangun's descendants. Or the bear's, after a couple of drinks.
Hold on. Was it even garlic?
Okay, here's the part a lot of English versions skip. That "garlic" in the old text? It's one character, 蒜, read san, and there are twenty of them. Translators went with garlic because that's what the character means now.
Problem is, the garlic you buy at the store (Allium sativum, if you want to sound smart) didn't originally grow in Korea. So some scholars think san meant a wild local bulb. One candidate is dallae, a small wild chive that still shows up in spring doenjang stew. Another is mureut, a bulb people dug up in famine years. Honestly, both sound like worse cave snacks than garlic.
Mugwort (ssuk) is less of a puzzle. It's an old medicinal herb here, long tied to women's health, which kind of makes sense when the one eating it is about to become the mother of a nation. And it never left. Ssuk-tteok rice cakes, mugwort soup in early spring, and these days mugwort lattes at trendy cafes. Grandma's herb went upscale.
And whatever the bear really had, today's Koreans went all in on garlic. The agriculture ministry figures it's somewhere around 6 to 7 kilos a head every year, 6.3 kg in 2023, and only China eats more. Order samgyeopsal pretty much anywhere and a little dish of raw cloves shows up so you can toss them on the grill next to the pork. So, thanks, bear.
Where the old story still pops up
Oh, and those 21 days didn't stay in the cave. In the old days, when a baby arrived, the family strung a straw rope (a geumjul) over the gate and outsiders kept away for three weeks. That stretch is called samchiril. Some folklorists link it straight back to the bear's three weeks in the cave. That's an interpretation, not a proven fact. Still a nice one. And grandparents will still tell you not to drop by and see a newborn until samchiril is over.
Then there's hongik ingan again. It's written into Korea's Framework Act on Education as the basic ideal of the school system. So the official goal of Korean education comes from a myth with a bear in it. I find that kind of charming, though I'm not convinced the cram schools on every corner got the memo.
The date has its own little backstory. Gaecheonjeol used to be pegged to the lunar calendar (third day of the tenth month), which meant it wandered around every year. The Provisional Government in Shanghai marked it from 1919, back under Japanese rule, when a shared founding story meant a lot more than folklore. Then in 1949 the new government pinned it to October 3 on the regular calendar. There's even a year count that starts with Dangun, the Dangi calendar, and by that count it's 4359 right now. Nobody uses it day to day. It's just there, like a spare key.
There are still ceremonies, too. The government holds an official one, and old-style rites happen at Chamseongdan, a stone altar on Manisan on Ganghwa Island, and up on Taebaeksan. Daejonggyo, a small Korean religion built around Dangun, still holds its rites on the lunar date.
Last bit, and it's my favorite. Remember PyeongChang 2018? The Olympics picked a white tiger called Soohorang as the mascot. The Paralympics went with Bandabi, an Asiatic black bear. Same two animals, back on the same stage. The tiger finally got top billing. Only took a few thousand years.
So do Koreans actually believe it?
Nope. Not literally. Nobody thinks their great-great-great-grandmother was a bear. But nobody wants to toss the story out either. It's the first answer Korean kids get to "where did we come from," and once you've heard it you can't un-hear it. Bear, cave, garlic. Stuck forever.
For most families the day itself is pretty low-key. A flag on the balcony if someone remembers, the ceremony on the evening news, a lazy brunch. After all the cooking and highway traffic of Chuseok last week, nobody's complaining about a quiet one.
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So what's the founding story where you're from, and does anyone still tell it with a straight face?
Top photo: snowy peaks near Sokcho catching the first light. Photo: yebin kim / Unsplash
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