"Don't stop believin"...Journey
I don't believe in Friday the 13th or that black cats are bad luck.. But you can't help the way that you
were raised and I was raised by superstitious people. My grandparents were an integral piece of the
familial puzzle and gram is a full blooded, Italian. I never knew that certain behaviors were strange
until I left the nest. I thought it was normal to be OCD about hand washing and fear bird poop to high
heaven. My family has a lot of idiosyncrasies, all families do. But I really won the jackpot. Most
families cringe when breaking a mirror and tease that they may have, "seven years of bad luck" but
how many truly believe in the extraordinary old wive's tales. I know one thing, I knew about the evil
eye long before I started watching The Real Housewifes of New Jersey. As I got older I learned more
about the way in which viruses and colds work and I realized that going outside without a coat or
with wet hair does not pneumonia make. It wasn't until last year that I realized my grandparents may
have lied to me about one or two things. It started when I was craving a banana one night but alas,
everyone knows eating a banana in the evening will cause a nightmare, or does it?! At the ripe old
age of 29 I finally ate a banana at night, without fear. There are so many strange things that we
believe it's hard to differentiate fear from tradition. It's bad luck to eat anything other than pork
sauerkraut on New Years Day. Never open an umbrella in the house and don't walk under a ladder. If
you're going to give a wallet or purse as a gift you better at least put a penny in there. Everyone
knows it's bad luck to give those gifts without money of some sort in them. I was recently home for a
visit and my great aunt mentioned that a bird had gotten into her house, we quickly made a
unanimous decision not to tell my gram. A bird in the house is a most certain sign of death to come.
When the house I grew up in sat on the market a little too long another one of my great aunt's
suggested burying a statue of St. Joseph upside down in the yard. The house sold within six months.
Coincidence or a holy helping hand? Now one helping hand that I do truly believe in? St. Anthony,
patron saint of lost articles has helped me find not one but about one million things over the years.
Between me and my Gram, we keep him pretty busy. My grandpa revered his 1988 black
Thunderbird, he was convinced that every time he washed his car it rained. It truly did rain every
time he washed it, but it also rains ALOT in Pittsburgh. As a former Jewelry salesperson I used to
silently shake my head when people would buy opals, didn't they know it was bad luck to wear an
opal if it wasn't your birth stone?! The list goes on and I've even added to our crazy families list, "
Isn't it bad luck not to get the first piece of birthday cake on your birthday?" Just what we needed,
one more thing to believe in...