When I have a nightmare, I’ll keep it to myself because if I tell anyone, it will come true….doubly so if I dream about teeth, because my mom told me that means someone is going to die.
Naturally, because of my Sicilian heritage, many superstitions involve food. Spilling olive oil was bad luck. Even numbers are unlucky (that’s why the anisette always had three coffee beans floating on top). And of course, we hung a horseshoe or ram’s horns over the door to repel the malocchio, the evil eye.
YOUR TURN
But that’s me. Are you superstitious? What superstitions did you grow up with…and maybe still believe? Let us know in the comments!!
Virge Randall is Senior Planet’s Managing Editor. She is also a freelance culture reporter who seeks out hidden gems and unsung (or undersung) treasures for Straus Newspapers; her blog “Don’t Get Me Started” puts a quirky new spin on Old School New York City. Send Open Thread suggestions to editor@seniorplanet.org.
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