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Although I have never experienced anything unusual on this day it may be because I drift through the day with extreme caution.
My Grandma Rose was extremely superstitious, she believed every Friday and every 13th day was unlucky, so I had lots of practice never making any big decisions on these days.
If you have an Italian Grandma you probably know these do’s and don’ts
- drop a dish towel (unexpected company will come over)
- go to bed between 11:55 pm and midnight (will have bad dreams)
- buy a broom in May, (you’ll sweep someone away)
- wash blankets in May (you’ll wash someone away)
- go to the zoo or look at monkeys during pregnancy, (it will affect your baby’s behavior)
- sneeze at the breakfast table (bad spirits will be with you all day)
- carry a shovel thru the house (you’ll be digging someones grave)
- walk under power lines that crossed (just plain unlucky)
- seat 13 at a table (one will die within the year)
- drink out of a cup with a crack (just unlucky)
- wear red or purple to a funeral home (means you’ re happy they’re dead)
- cross knives (you’ll get in a fight)
- stir your coffee 2 or 4 times around not 3times (uneven numbers bring bad luck)
- we could only live in houses with even street numbers,
- use white sheets and pillow cases only (bring good spirits around)
- no dirty dishes over night in the sink (unwanted company will be coming)
- the foot of the bed could not face the door, (you’re on your way out)
- never wear a hat in the house (going to a funeral)
- if you enter the house through the front door had to leave through the front (or more people will keep coming)
- sweep the house out every New Year’s Eve (get rid of the dirt)
- buy a new broom every time we moved (don’t take the dirt with you)
- move the furniture around in her house because we would change her good luck
Grandma lived happy and healthy until 85, and when we giggled about all this she would always say a few choice words in Italian and then say “someday you’ll miss me honey”
She called that right and I’ll admit I always wash my blankets in April.
I would never want to seem ungrateful for a gift but this one has sort of become a nuisance. My 90 year young father in law tagged this chair for me while prepping his home for an estate sale. I’m really touched because I know how much it meant to him since my mother in law took such great care of it and it was passed on to them from his mother.
As the story goes, the chair was from a brothel near the train depot in Laramie Wyoming in the 1800’s. It somehow came into the family through an uncle that worked for the Union Pacific railway. My father in law believes the brothel was located near the depot, since it was a common gathering place for the rail workers.
Anyway, it really doesn’t flow well with my decor. My youngest daughter won’t let my grandchildren sit on it, and my other daughter took it to her home for a brief period while I was downsizing and sent it back because she said it was creepy to look at.
I move it from one room to another and it never looks good. If I have a guest who happens to sit in it and I tell them where it came from they usually jump right out of it.
I myself have never sat in it, although I’ve been curious to see if it would change my mood at times. 😉
I’ve googled brothels, chairs, Laramie , Laramie antiques and can’t find anything to match it up with. My only conclusion so far is that it was either foyer or parlor furniture. In that case to stay with tradition it will remain on my first floor.
If only chairs could talk, it would be a hoot to listen to this one
One of my favorite pastimes is reading biographies and auto biographies of rock stars from my generation. That would be from the 1960’s, 1970’s and even the awesome 80″s. I’ll just say it like it is “the best generation of music that is still popular today and forever”.
I usually sit in my favorite reading chair, put on a cd of the musician or band and read away. I’m always amazed at how much I did not know about a song or the person and what influenced them and the music that by all means changed the world.
It’s always a trip in time and I recall so many great memories, A few of my favorites are:
John Lennon The Life http://amzn.to/2xIjLSQ
Paul McCartney The Life http://amzn.to/2xIiJq7
Pattie Boyd- Wonderful Tonight Eric Clapton, George Harrison and me http://amzn.to/2vXiO6S
Cynthia Lennon-John http://amzn.to/2xI47Hf
So long to the days of scratching nine spots on a lottery ticket , getting a lucky 7 to be a winner, and a prize clearly noted under the bag of gold.
I had a seriously lucky feeling on my way home from vacation and decided to buy a lottery ticket in each state when I stopped to get gas. Then to add to my hunch I decided to scratch them on July 4th, being the patriot I am and feeling good about contributing to the nations education system.
Sure enough I had a winner on a $2 ticket, or at least I thought so. I let hubby take a look to confirm and he agreed that it was a winner but he did not calculate the same winnings I did. We put on our bifocals and started counting the winning symbols, along with adding up the dollars. I went to the state website for assistance and could not figure out how much we won. Curiosity gets the best of us so we decide to drive over the state line and cash in.
To make this interesting I decide to make him a bet that I am right about the amount of winnings and if so he has to forfeit his half, I also suggest he drive so I don’t use up the gas in my car.
We find the closet convenience store and rush to the register in anticipation of a big win, yes it’s a whopping $15.00……..
Lunch is on me….as they say you can’t win if you don’t play
My parents had a house rule when I was growing up that was quite simple, if we did not go to church on Sunday morning we spent the day inside. From that kind of upbringing I have become a fairly spiritual person.
I pray everyday and for the most part I keep a good “mind file” sorted by the urgency of one’s situation of who gets on my daily list.
My heart prays sincerely with compassion for those in need.
So, now that I am a social media junkie I started sorting the requests into two categories, to keep the list within reason. I call them prayers and good vibes. Separating them gives me a courteous response to avoid offending anyone and it also reduces my anxiety of being the one to jam the Holy airwaves.
A few that have been sent to the “good vibes” file include prayers requested by:
The Mom who wanted a miraculous cure for her sick child one morning so she could make her 10 am hair appointment
A friend trying to get to a higher level in Candy Crush
A friends daughter finding the perfect prom dress
A shopper who wanted a shorter check out line
Someone looking for a good Mall parking space
A neighbor asking for a new detached garage
and many other things that are within our own control and part of day to day life.
For all those trivial requests I am grateful that God was on the minds of these good souls.
Peace and happiness friends