Are You Superstitious?

Written By: Jackie Weger - Aug• 25•14
Jackie Weger

Superstitious Author,
Jackie Weger

I am superstitious. I can’t help it. I don’t know where it comes from. I don’t  sit on a bed after it is made to perfection and I have heart failure if any visitor to my home does. Pull the covers down first if you need to nap. That’s fine.  Okay.  So now I’m a writer. I need good luck along with craft and a few good author pals. I have a keeper who likes to nap. And I have cats for the first time in my life. Cats are no respecters of superstition. I don’t make the bed up any more. There is good luck, bad luck and no luck. Not making up my bed guarantees NO LUCK.  I’m good with it.  The cats are good with it and my keeper is good with it–or maybe not, but I didn’t ask his opinion.

I don’t walk under ladders.

I NEVER  pass up a penny on the ground. No, I don’t. Here’s why:  There is an old Southern adage if you save all of your pennies in your kitchen from one Leap Year to the next, you will have great good fortune. No fail! Leap Year is the year in which a woman can ask a man to marry her. Your good fortune will include some other woman snagging the fool you were gonna pop the question to because you were enamored of a certain muscle, but by the time Leap Year rolls around again–there he is with his pickup on blocks and not  a single useful muscle between his ears (or anywhere else) and a bad back. Plus, you are bound to have at least a hundred $$$ in change.  Nice Valentine’s gift  to yourself.  My first year in Houston, I found seventy-three dollars in change on the ground.  In the scheme of things that doesn’t sound like much, but when I lived on off-islands and tiny jungle villages seventy-three dollars was enough to feed a family six for three months.  I hoard my luck like Bookbub subscribers hoard books. I was in Panama City, Florida, not long ago and went to Walmart… Of course I walk with my eyes on the ground (don’t come at me with traveling body parts–you know what I mean). There was a hundred dollar bill floating across the macadam.  Honey I stomped it. Next, I saw a twenty-dollar bill.  Snagged ’em both.

Here is a way to have bad luck follow you for the rest of your natural life:  Toss out old blouses and shirts without first cutting off the buttons.  I have a button jar. Back in

Lucky Buttons

Lucky Buttons

the day we used to make all of our own clothes. We needed those buttons. Buttons are lucky, even if they are just sitting in a button jar. My best friends from up North looked at me like I was crazy when I tried to stop them from tossing  old clothes with buttons. All are D-E-A-D now. Every single one. If that ain’t bad luck or no luck, I don’t know what you’d call it.

The Chinese have Kitchen gods. I have a Kitchen witch. She’s a cute little thing on a tiny broom, with a pink felt skirt.  I bought her from an  old woman at a Fiddle Festival in the hills of West Virginia, Appalachia. I haven’t burned a pot of beans since she came to live with me twenty-five or so years ago. No Lie. I used to have to keep a gallon of vinegar on hand for burned pots. In case you don’t know, here’s what you do: Pour a cup or two of vinegar in the pot and bring it to a boil. Keep that full boil going until that black crud just works loose and  the pan comes out shiny as new.

I feel like I’m on a lucky streak right now–in my resurrected writing career and life in general–and Bingo.  I won three $500 jackpots this month. Two back-to back on the same night! Did I stand up and dance a jig and make a fool of myself?  Dang right.  In reality, including superstitions, we make our own luck–good, bad or indifferent.  But the kindness of strangers helps that lucky feeling, too. A reader named Jeanette from Indiana wrote this about The House on Persimmon Road on Amazon yesterday: Wonderfully different story line. I especially like the story within a story. As much as I loved this book my favorite part was the author’s bio. What an extremely interesting and full life thus far. I couldn’t help but see certain similarities between her and Lottie!” 

Thank you! Jeanette from Indiana. I hope you are saving all of your pennies in your kitchen and that your button jar is as colorful as mine.

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  1. Fascinating, wise, and humorous article, Jackie! I always pick up pennies, but the best I ever found was a quarter. 🙂 My nephew was luckier, though. When he was a kid, he had a very tricky stomach. After a few rides at an amusement park, he was green at the gills and bolted for the restroom. He came back a few minutes later grinning ear to ear. Now, you might well ask (as I certainly did), how was that a fun experience? Well, not fun, exactly, but it was lucky. As he bent over the commode, he spotted a $5 bill on the floor. To a ten-year-old, that was treasure, indeed! I have never known of anyone else who was lucky at puking, but at least I now know it’s possible!

  2. Pete Barber says:

    Jackie, what an interesting post. It got me to thinking of my dear sister and brother in-law, here in NC. They had a son whom we all loved but was destined for a short life. Kevin left us at age thirty-two when the cystic fibrosis became more than his heart (and it was a big heart) and lungs could handle.
    Kevin had a thing about picking up dimes. He passed over the pennies, but he did seem to find an inordinate number of ten-cent pieces. It was a number of years after he passed before his mom and dad summoned the courage to clear out Kevin’s room, and he’d left them a goldfish bowl half full of the shiny coins.
    At his “showing,” his mom walked into the funeral parlor and stepped on a dime. We find dimes at family gatherings–hidden in the corner of the room, at Christmas (Kevin’s favorite time)–under the tree, at christenings . . . you get the idea.
    Both of my daughters were married within the last two years (this is where you say—poor Pete . . .two weddings)! Both times, we set a place at the head table with a single dime on the plate.
    I know it’s a superstition, but we never wanted Kevin to leave, and those stupid dimes, somehow, keep him close.

  3. Jackie, no wonder your novels are so entertaining! You have many amusing stories to share, which represent your unique slant on life. That’s what makes a writer interesting and “readable.” Thanks for the fun post. And not to make light of your superstitious nature…but best of luck!

  4. Dale Furse says:

    Great post, Jackie. Thanks. Loved the button story. Superstition comes and goes with me, but what I really like to do is turn it around. To me, a black cat means luck. That sort of thing.

    Loved your story about dimes too, Pete.

    • Jackie Weger says:

      Dale! Have you seen your author page on eNovel Authors at Work? Go have a look. It rocks. Amy Vansant got it up. We are still tweaking pages. Amy gets the basics done that I am at a loss to do. We are so lucky to some many wonder authors in eNovel.
      P.S. I’m good with Black Cats, if I own it. But I don’t want it sauntering across a road in front of my car. Nope. Gonna back up.

  5. Mimi Barbour says:

    I always say I’m not superstitious but… no ladders for me. I turn my back on a black cat and I’ll knock over two old ladies to get to a penny. Then I give it away to the next person…cause that’ll bring you – yep -good luck!! And…I love bingo!! And Jackie… I especially liked your story 🙂

  6. Julie Frayn says:

    Love the buttons. I collect buttons. Not for luck (I’m not superstitious at all), but because I LOVE buttons! I don’t keep all from clothes I toss (since I donate and they kind of like the buttons intact), but if it’s and interesting one, I’ll replace it first, then donate. I especially love antique metal ones. I have some from medieval times. Perhaps I should do a post on old buttons 🙂

  7. Too funny, Jackie! What a delightful post. As hokey as it sounds, I believe in karma – the “do unto others” kind of thing. In the short span of time I’ve known you as this whirling dervish of mentorship, I understand why good luck would be drawn to you. My grandmother had a button jar. Now I know why.

    Sharon Pennington

  8. Great post, Jackie. My mother shared many of your superstitions and she lived to be 93. I’m sure there was a connection.

  9. Jackie,
    What a delightful post!
    My son has a teacher who has traveled around the world on the change he finds. One day my husband saw him in the median of a local road, a busy one, looking for discarded change. He told his students he could tell when the economy improved by the increase in the change he found.
    I am also superstitious. My mother was a first-born Italian woman and I wear a mal occhio. I didn’t know about the buttons, but I always give my clothes to a woman who brings them to those who need them. I’ll NEVER throw out a button again.
    Tampa Lois

  10. Susan Tarr says:

    What an uplifting page this is! I also pick up coins, of any denomination, (and notes! I stopped traffic once after a flying $20 note caught my eye). And I collect buttons. My daughter collects playing cards. But as a child I collected fizz drink caps. I had the old Indians, and the early Fanta, Coke and others, and filled a cardboard carton with them. This was stowed behind my dressing table. As an adult, I went back to my old home one time and they were gone. And so was my dad, so I never got to the end of that mystery.

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