Truthful Tuesday:29 June


This week PC Guy wants our opinions on superstitions. Do we observe them, do we even believe in them? I once wrote a whole post about unlucky plants so how could I resist joining in.

Superstition

Whether tossing a pinch of salt over your shoulder or not walking under ladders, and whether you believe in the superstition or not, what superstition, if any, do you still observe?

When I was growing up Mum was full of advice about what caused bad luck, breaking a mirror, spilling salt, walking under a ladder, bringing blossoms into the house, peacock feathers, putting your umbrella up indoors.

Although I don’t really believe that some of these will cause me terminal bad luck I do try not to do them anyway.

Actually, walking under a ladder is not a great idea anyway, the person on it might drop something on you or you might knock it over which would be bad luck for them. Same with umbrellas, opening one in a confined space could poke someone’s eye out. Of course accidents happen but I haven’t broken a mirror in a very long time and I hope I won’t in the future (touch wood). I don’t need seven years bad luck.

The one about bringing blossoms into the house is interesting. Mum always said it was bad luck but I never found out why. A few years ago I came across a British website where they were collecting some of these superstitions about flowers and plants and the comments section was full of people who said their mother/aunt/grandma had told them these superstitions but never explained the background. I still don’t bring blossoms into my house.

blossoms October 2017

Peacock feathers, I remember my grandmother having some in her house that the family had picked up on their travels. I don’t know the reason they are considered unlucky either but wondered if it was something to do with the pattern on the tail feathers looking like an eye.

Photo by Stephen Miller on Pexels.com

If you spill salt you are supposed to throw some over your shoulder but I can never remember if it’s left or right. I usually do both to be safe.

So I guess I am still a slave to superstition even if I don’t take them all that seriously.

Taswegian1957

I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.

6 comments

  1. Once you’re told something like that (especially by a parent, I imagine), it’s hard to get it out of your head. There’s this little “what if” voice that defies all logical arguments. So I understand why you still observe them. But I refuse to tar black cats with the bad luck brush. Not their fault they’re black. And I must admit I have never thrown salt anywhere. 🙂

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