SUPERSTITIONS

During this spooky time of the year, I thought it might be a good time to talk about superstitions.  A few years ago, I asked people I knew to submit superstitions that they either believed or had heard about.  It didn’t take me long to come up with a list. 

If you are interested in reading more about this subject, I wrote an article a few years ago titled Christianity Vs. Superstitions – you can see it here http://cwnewz.com/content/view/34/2/

 

I will tell you up front that I am not superstitious. I put my full faith in trust in Jesus Christ.  Once, when I posted my list to a writing community, a response to my comment that I wasn’t superstitious was that the Christian Faith was based on superstitions.  I beg to differ with him then and now.  Christianity is based on truth found in the Bible.  I believe in the Holy Bible from the beginning through the end.

 

That said, I thought you might find some of the superstitions interesting and humorous.  Look at the list and if you think of some that are different or know about someone who is very superstitious, share with us what they believe and why – if you know why.

 

My mother, who is a great Christian woman, does not claim to be superstitious, but she won’t break a mirror, walk under a ladder or go out a door she did not enter.  My father always X’ed out the black cat crossing in front of him.  I must admit I fell for the, “its bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding,” and the “something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue,” thing.

 

 

My uncle was very superstitious.  He died in 1994 from Lou Gehrig’s disease (ALS). In all of the years I knew him, I was fascinated with his superstitious beliefs. If he started somewhere and had to turn back, he would draw an X on the ground with his foot before going back.  Like my dad, he was adamant about marking out a black cat if it crossed in front of him and if a bird entered his house, it was a sure sign to him death was coming to someone in the household.

 

 

Superstitions are folk beliefs and have been around for many years.  These beliefs can be powerful in that they can influence the sanest person’s behavior. My uncle I mentioned earlier is a case in point. I’ve seen him hold his breath when passing a cemetery so evil spirits would not enter in through his mouth. He would never get out of bed on the opposite side he entered for fear of bad luck. He always knocked on wood for good luck, never realizing the history behind it. This particular superstition came about as an effort to appease the tree spirits.

 

I often wonder if my uncle ever read Proverbs 29:25,

 

“Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe. (NIV)

Many of these superstitions are harmless, but if we dig deep into their meaning, we will find some of them come from beliefs that are not consistent with what the Bible teaches. For example, one superstition states it is bad luck to spill salt. Some believe Judas spilt salt at the last supper.  This can’t be proven and is not mentioned in the Bible.  Some people believe you should hold your hand over your mouth when you yawn to keep the devil from entering in. As Christians, we do believe there is a devil roaming the world but placing our trust in Christ is what gives us strength to overcome his advances.

 

 

Look at some of the other superstions I received…: If you spill salt, pour some in your hand, throw it over your shoulder for good luck. Speaking of salt, if you borrow salt, it is bad luck to return it. If you find a snake in your house, it means you have an enemy. A picture falling off the wall is a sign of death. It is bad luck to rock an empty rocking chair. You should never open an umbrella in the house or else you will really have bad luck. It is bad luck to sing at the table, kill a granddaddy long leg spider, and have scissors in your hand on Sunday, walk with one shoe on and one shoe off, hit a bird with your vehicle, give a knife as a gift or schedule appointments on the 13th.

 

Are You a Superstious Person?

 

 

 

 

 

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Shaded Country Lanes

There is something about passing a shaded courntry lane that draws my attention and makes me feel welcome to stop and take a walk.  Of course, most are private roads and I wouldn’t dare do it, but the lane itself looks so inviting.

I suppose this comes from various life circumstances.  When I was a young girl, my grandparents lived out a lane and my cousins and I would play outside – walking up and down the lane.  Later, when they moved to another farm, it was out a much longer lane. Riding in the car down that lane to the house was always exciting because I knew we were almost a granny’s house.

When I was a sophmore in high school, my dad bought a farm in the adjoining county.  At first, leaving my home and my friends seemed devastating, but soon I learned to love the farm.  As stated in previous posts, I didn’t enjoy the work, but I loved the farm.  I also loved the lane that led to our house.  The graveled road had all kinds of dips, ruts and rough spots. It was curvy and hilly, but I never minded walking the lane when I got off the bus. 

In the winter mom would take us to the end of the lane to get on the bus so that we didn’t have to stand in the cold. Spring and fall though we walked it when going to catch the bus and after being dropped off in the afternoons.  The memories of the trees, the wild flowers and even the weeds are painted in my head like a picture.  The old two story house we lived in stood waiting for us when we rounded the last corner and climbed the last hill. 

My sister and I shared a upstairs bedroom. One night after everyone was in bed and nearly asleep, I heard a rustling noise outside of my window.  The window was open with a screen inserted to allow the cool air to come into my room.  The noise continued.  I rose quietly from my bed and glided silently to the window.  Peering out, I could see a man in a white tee shirt walking around in our back yard.  I gasped, backing away from the window.  I slipped down the stairs into my parent’s bedroom and woke my dad, telling him about the man in the white tee shirt in our back yard. 

Dad jumped up and out of the bed quickly, pulling on his pants in the same fast motion. He moved so fast, all I saw was a white flash. He opened the back door and slipped outside.  When he tackled the man in the white tee shirt, it wasn’t a man at all; it was a cow. The white spot on the dark cow was all I could see from my window; it looked like a man in a white tee shirt to me. It took years for me to live that one down.

The farm had an even rougher rutted lane toward the back that led to the Dix river.  I loved walking alone and basking in the beauty God created.  I still like basking in His beautiful creations.  Old shaded Country Lanes happens to be one of the beautiful creations that I admire so much.  I know the lane is man made, but the beauty that surrounds them isn’t.

The farm my dad later purchased back in or original home area had great old, rocky hilly lanes and winding paths. I liked walking all over those roads and paths looking for walnuts and hickory nuts. After dad passed away, I never went back to walk the farm.  It has been ten years since he died and I beleive my heart would still ache too much to try walking the farm, even now.

I am such a farm girl at heart.  Don’t tell all my city friends, they wouldn’t beleive you anyway.

Mountain Climbing

A Mountain Path

A Mountain Path

I followed the path up the mountain and climbed for ten or fifteen minutes.  Straight up, around curves, over foot bridges and still I was only a quarter of the way up the mountain. 

Indain Fort Theater is located just outside of Berea Kentucky.  The theater is located at the base of the mountain. I was trying to reach the area called the pinnacle.  I’ve been there many times and highly recommend the view and the climb.  Today was a gorgeous day to be outside mountain climbing.

When I was a child, I climbed up to the pinnacle, as a teenager I climbed the moutain and watched couples going up holding hands and stopping occasionally to steal a kiss.  Later I took youth groups to climb the mountain and after my son was old enough, I took him too.  The view at the top is spectacular and one worth seeing over and over again.

Indian Fort Theater is located right in the middle of the Berea College Forrest and is the home of the Berea Arts and Crafts fair. Many people come from all over to sell their wares or to purchase crafts.  http://www.bereacraftfestival.com/ I’ve attended these craft fairs, but I’m more into the mountain climbing and the scenery. 

Check this site for additional pictures and information… http://www.kaht.net/multiple/indianfort.htm

If you have special memories of Indian Fort Theater and climbing the pinnacle, you can post them here in the comment section.

Here are a few more of my pictures. 

A mountain scene

A mountain scene

Indian Fort Theater

Indian Fort Theater

The Theater Seating area

The Theater Seating area

 

To the right of the entrance of Indian Fort

To the right of the entrance of Indian Fort

Scary Stories and Other Memories

One Dark Night

One Dark Night

Today, some of the girls in our office came in talking about their weekend.  They visited two or three haunted house type places. Later on this month, they plan to visit Waverly Hills in Louisville. Waverly Hills is a former Sanitarium and Tuberculosis hospital. http://www.therealwaverlyhills.com/

All this reminded me of my own childhood memories of scary things. As a young girl, my female cousins, my sister and I enjoyed sitting on the steps inside our old house and turn the lights off.  We’d take turns telling scary stories until we couldn’t take it anymore…that’s when the squealing would begin.  I can hear my mother’s voice right now saying, “Girls, quieten down in there!”

The stories all sounded the same and they all ended with the story teller saying, “bloody bones and bloody butcher knives are coming to get you!” Then, we’d all start squealing and screaming until someone would turn the lights on.  Ooh!

My aunt and uncle took us to see The Night of the Living Dead.I thought that was the scariest movie ever.  We went to the drive in movie to see it and sat in the back seat hiding our eyes from the really scary parts.  One would peep at the screen to tell the rest if it was safe to look or not.  It was so much fun.

There is one memory that seeps through about a time that shouldn’t have been scary, but it ended out that way.  My dad and his friend Jack were out on a fishing trip.  Mom, Lou and all the kids were at home waiting for Dad and Jack to return.  A car pulled into the driveway and all of us girls ran out to meet them – only it wasn’t dad and Jack.  It was some man wanting directions…it scared the life out of us.  It was a long time before we ran out like that again.  The man  didn’t do or say anything wrong, but our imagination ran away with us.  What if the man came back?  What if he was a killer or something bad like that?  OOH!!

A little while after Mike and I married, we were visiting my parents on their farm. My two brothers and brother-in-law drove to the back of the farm to the river.  When they started back, they heard an eerie sound coming from the other side of the pond they drove past.  They stopped and listened for a few seconds.  My brave Mike opened the truck door and walked toward the sound.  As he inched closer, he saw where the sound was coming from when suddenly he fell to the ground and started screaming and kicking.  “Boy’s,” he yelled, “help me, its got me!” He screamed, hollered and begged for help.  The remaining boys (notice I didn’t use the word men – those scardy cats!) didn’t know what to do.  The driver would move the truck a few feet and then they’d stop and listen some more. All the while, Mike was screaming and yelling.  It wasn’t until they heard the laughter that they stopped the truck and got out to see what was going on. My father made a bull horn from an old oatmeal box that he put a hole into and then pulled a large string through.  He hid and waited for the boys to come back from the back of the farm. When he pulled the string through, it made the eerie sound the boys heard.  They never lived that night down.  Mike graciously forgave the guys for not coming to his rescue – even though he didn’t need rescuing!

Now that you’ve read the some of the tales and scary stories of my childhood and youth, I’d like to hear from you.  What scared you as a child?  Share your scary memories here.

 

A Giving Opportunity

 

View my page on 29-Day Giving Challenge

 

 

A few blogs ago, I wrote about a self imposed prayer challenge.  I asked for prayer concerns and received numerous responses.  Since that time I have continued in the challenge and must say my prayer life has improved vastly. I recently discovered something that I believe goes hand in hand with what I was trying to accomplish.

Yesterday, I received information about a website that titled 29gifts.org. This site intrigued me to the point that I have signed on.  My profile is set up and I invite you to read about this challenge.

In the news, we read and hear about how department stores are displaying their Christmas merchandise early trying to draw in shoppers and increase revenue.  In that same spirit, I think we should take on the giving spirit of Christmas now and not wait.

I won’t ramble on about this, but here is the link to my profile and to 29gifts.org.  Hope to see you there.

http://givingchallenge.ning.com/profile/DarleneGSnyder

A FAMILY GATHERING

 

 

 

Virgil and family

Virgil and family

 

Margie and Alex

Margie and Alex

 

 

 

 

 

 

Virgil and family

Virgil and family

 

  The little girl ran up to me and asked, “What are those?”

 

 “Water balloons,” I replied.

 

 “For us to play with?” she asked.

 

 I explained to the little girl whom I did not know, that the water balloons were for later and yes they were for all the children.  She ran off to ask her mother if it was going to be ok for her to get her clothes wet.

 

 The little girl was a family member.

 

 Have you ever attended a family reunion and didn’t know everyone there?  The little girl was a cousin’s daughter.  The sad part is that most of the family in attendance with the exception of Jamie and Wesley Earl, live relatively close, but we hardly ever see one another.

 

 Approximately seventy family members gathered today at Lake Reba in Richmond Kentucky.  I enjoyed the time we spent together talking and laughing with aunts, uncles and cousins as we shared stories about our families. I never made it over to the corn-hole tournanent and I managed to stay dry. Not one water balloon landed near me. Geneva did great in her volunteer role of overseer of the games.

 

Many family members were unable to be at the reunion.  I wouldn’t even risk a guess at the total number family members we would’ve had there if all came. These gatherings started back up in 2004 after a long hiatus. Teresa tells me that year there were ninty-one in attendance.

 

 As promised, here are pictures that were taken today.  I’ll try to put names with faces and I’m sure I’ll mess up on matching faces to names.

 

 By the way, I found out later that the little girl’s name was Rebecca, my cousin Ann’s daughter.  She’s a cutie.

 

 If anyone knows the names that I’ve missed, email me and I’ll add them to the photo.  If anyone has photos that they want to share, send them to me and I’ll post them here. 

darlenesnyder@bellsouth.net

 

  

The Grant Gang

The Grant Gang

Wesley

Wesley

 
Francis

Frances

 
The Little Girl

The Little Girl - Rebecca

 

Bill, A.D. Violet, Raymond, Francis and Wesley

Bill, A.D. Violet, Raymond, Francis and Wesley

Brenda and Vicky

Brenda and Vicky

 
A.D Darlene and violet

A.D Darlene and violet

 
Margie and Missy

Margie and Missy

 
Darlene and Kenny

Darlene and Kenny

 
Water balloon fight!

Water balloon fight!

 
Louise abd Kenny

Louise and Kenny

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Alesha and Rachel Rae

 
Christina and Geneva

Christina and Geneva

 
more ??'s

Hannah and Sarah

 
 
Little Becky and Bill

Little Becky and Bill

Eric, April, Wesley, Jamie, Wesley Earl, and Tim

Eric, April, Wesley, Jamie, Wesley Earl, and Jeff

Kelli and Braxton

Kelli and Braxton

Dora

Dora

Braxton and Doris

Braxton and Doris

Braxton and Janet

Braxton and Janet

Mary Ellen

Mary Ellen

Violet, A.D. and Missy

Violet, A.D. and Missy

Betty

Betty

Teresa, grandson and Tina

Teresa, Jacob and Tina

 

Jamie and Alex

Wesley Earl and Alex

Violet and A.D.

Violet and A.D.

Jacob

Jacob

Brittany and Vickie

Brittany and Vickie

Carrie, Aubrey and Braxton

Carrie, Aubrey and Braxton

David and Kenny

David and Kenny

THE GRANT GANG

THE GRANT GANG

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