Saturday, October 15, 2011

My Crazy Life – October 12, 2011 – Superstitions

Superstition: an irrational, but usually deep-seated belief in the magical effects of a specific action or ritual, especially in the likelihood that good or bad luck will result from performing it.

One of my most favorite bloggers in the world is Totsymae. If her stories don’t make you laugh, well, then you just don’t laugh – at all – at anything. Her blog link is  She posted a story on superstitions the other day that I thought was quite amusing. We all have them whether we want to admit or not. Take a look at hers and then add your own. I cannot wait to hear what others are superstitious about.

“Now, my mother, bless her heart, was raised on a good number of them. Born and raised in the south, what other choice did she have? She told my sister and me, years back, that she’d not instill those kinda thoughts by raising us on them. Yet, she ran down a list of them and I can’t get them out of my head. Naturally, I want to believe the good ones. Like, if your hand itches, you’ve got some money coming. Who wouldn’t want their hand to itch in that case?

My great-grandmother said if you walked with one shoe on and the other off, it was a sign of bad luck. So you know I fear walking with one shoe on to this day? I tell you folks, I’m all discombobulated with these superstitions rattling in my head sometimes. Here are just a few of them:
        A man needs to be the first one to come to your home on New Year’s Day to bring good luck. Let me tell you, folks. The then husband would get up on said day, do a little something out the doors and then come back. Now, I’d never heard tale of that ’til I married Then Husband. I never quite got that if he’s already in the house, why he had to walk out and come back? Wasn’t it enough that he lived there already? I’m not sold on this one. Shit, sometimes it’s good luck if a man leaves the house and never comes back.
·        On New Year’s Day, a meal of collard greens and black-eyed peas would bring good luck. See, the collards were for money and the peas were so you could have a discerning eye for the future. I think that’s how it went. Folks, I ain’t seen no more than I’ve always seen really. Only time and experience has helped me to know what’s good and ain’t good for me. I ain’t picked up no extraordinary psychic powers to this day. And money? I work, therefore, I get paid. Did I necessarily have to eat greens to know the paycheck was coming? Plus, I’ve never heard no lottery winner claiming to have eaten them some collards to win the jackpot. Shit, they just played the hell out of them numbers is what happened. This one I picked up from the then in-laws when I lived in Texas. It didn’t quite stick but I may have such a meal for good measure.
·        If your nose itches, somebody’s coming to your house. If you don’t feel like being bothered, you’d hate to have a nose itch but I’m telling you folks, every time that’s ever happened, somebody always ended up coming to my house.
·        If your ear itches, somebody’s talking about you. Then, I’d go to wondering who the hell could have me on their minds to be talking about me.
·        Laying a hat on the bed brings bad luck. That’s another one I learned through Then Husband. I don’t particularly have a thing for hats but with this in my head, I’m careful that a head scarf ain’t laying around on my bed, folks. I’m telling you, this shit’s got me all messed up.
·        Breaking a mirror will bring seven years of bad luck. I may or may not have done it but maybe one could curtail bad fate by eating some collards and black-eyed peas?
·        Dropping a dish rag on the floor will bring death to a family member. Folks, you should see me trying to catch a damn dish rag falling to the floor. A baseball player sliding to home plate ain’t got shit on me.
·        If you walk between two poles, your mama’s gonna have a big tit and a little one. This one I got from my cousins growing up. Now, you could correct the fate of your mama’s tits by walking back in reverse order. I was in elementary school when I was enlightened to this one and making sure I didn’t cut the poles. I think I used to check my mama’s tits from time to time too. Making sure I hadn’t screwed up her tatas and all.

I’m sure I could call off a few more but will end it here. Maybe I should see what my co-pay is for therapy and get myself some help. So, any of you out there stuck with a few superstitions in your head? Show and tell, folks.”

One of my superstitions is the one about not walking under an open ladder because it is supposed to bring you bad luck. My view on that is bring an open ladder. All my life I have been one to attempt to defy all odds. Under the ladder is normally where I can be found. Had I been under the ladder when Hubby and I were painting the house, I might not have ended up with a head full of yellow hair. I rest my case of this one.

I’ve broken so many mirrors that I’ve lost count. Maybe the superstition should be that if it breaks when you look into it, then some bad is definitely gonna be heading your way.

As for all of those people throwing salt over their shoulder, don’t let me passing when you do it. I just do not take kindly to having salt thrown at me, or on my shoes, or my clothes, or in my hair. Just sayin’.

In all honesty, I don't know if I believe in superstitions. There have so many bad things that have come my way, I think they just come. I guess I never had time to give superstitions a great deal of thought.

Donna “Lucy”


  1. I was raised with more than a few superstitions like

    never set up a baby crib until after the baby is born - just in case

    black eyed peas with red eyed gravy and collard green

    if your nose itches, you are going to have a fight or kiss a fool

    if you get a sudden chill, someone is walking on your grave

    if your ears are burning, someone is talking about you

    and the list goes on

    Very interesting post. Thanks for posting this, Donna

  2. It's funny to see how most of your superstitions are the same I grew up with - French upbringing and all.

    When I was 12, I decided it was ridiculous to believe in superstitions, and decided to test them all in one day. (Well, some of them. Finding a black cat is hard. And there wasn't anything about bringing death to my family, or I would have thought about it twice.)
    I went to bed in fear, that night, as you can well imagine.

    Just so you know, apart from some trouble from my maman about a broken mirror, nothing bad happened to me, and I've been laughing at superstitions ever since.

    I still don't put bread upside down on the table, though, it's quite impolite.

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  5. And never rock an empty crib unless you really want another child.

    Salt is thrown over the left shoulder as that's the side on which the Devil is waiting. Remember, right is right (French: droit = right as in right sde and also law. Also Spanish derecho has the same two meanings. But the Latin for left is 'inister', a pretty word.

    In Sussex, UK, a bowl of salt was placed on the chest of the deceased to keep away bad spirits. In present day exorcisms salt is used in the riual.

    I have written and I still lecture on superstitions. There are regional variations but it's safe to say that they are often very much alike.

  6. ... a modest amendment to my post.

    I did of course intend to type 'sinister'and to continue with 'a pretty loaded word.'

    I didn't preview as I lost my first sttempt. Witchcraft? Well, if so I could've filled a witch bottle with urine and iron nails. That'd keep away witches or even worse possibilities. You'd wish to keep the Poor Man away, wouldn't you? Perhaps you know him as the Black Man or Old Nick or Old Scratch, Old Grim, Old Man, Old Harry. On the other hand you may not wish to give him a name. Maybe it's safer hust to say 'He.'


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