kfaythe87 on Nostr: Appalachian “superstitions” and legends are real, don’t ask me how or try to ...
Appalachian “superstitions” and legends are real, don’t ask me how or try to talk me out of it. We say that death always comes in 3s, that birds are omens, that dreams are portents, that you can mark a baby during your pregnancy (I’ve seen this!), and I’ve known women who could stop a bleed or talk the fire out of a burn. When I was a baby, though I don’t remember and have only my relatives’ accounts to go on, they took me to a woman named Berth who’d never met her daddy and she blew in my mouth 3 times to cure my “thrash.” She took it on herself. I have stories of a woman named Evangeline who’d make abortifacient teas for women who’d been raped, or already had a dozen children.
Thinking about this because Death visited me 3 times this month. My uncle Cecil, my Rosie, and now my aunt Beatrice. Hopefully Death is satisfied for a little while. Tide me over for another year, O Death.
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