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Top ten Irish superstitions for St. Patrick’s Day

Jay Sia | @irishcentral | March 14,2014


blackbirdOne for sorrow!

The Irish are a notoriously superstitious lot, especially during certain times of the year.
Here are the top ten best, ‘old’ superstitions.

animated magpie
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1. If a fisherman sees a red-haired lady he should not put out to sea because ill will befall him.

animated ariel
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2.   If you see only one magpie quickly look for the second.
animated magpie 2“One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy.”

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3.   To kill a robin is very bad luck as they were considered to be Jesus’ friends while on Earth.

animated robin
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4.   The fairies will often take away an unattended child and leave a changeling in its place.
Yeats wrote the poem “Come Away O Human Child” along that theme.

animated child
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5.   Never skip giving money to a beggar as he will inflict the beggar man’s curse upon you.

animated put that evil on me
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6.   On a leap year day, February 29, the woman must ask for the man’s hand or the marriage will be unhappy.

animated proposal
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7.   The wail of the banshee will be followed by a death in the family.

animated banshee
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8.   A fisherman must give back to the sea the first caught salmon of the year or he will only have bad luck.

animated bear catches salmon
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9. If you trip and fall in a graveyard you will most likely die by the end of the year.

animated open grave
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10. If you pass a funeral and don’t bless yourself, ill will befall you.

animated skeleton rising from grave

Death Is Nothing At All


As I was reading a novel the other day, I came across a poem by Henry Scott Holland that really touched me.  In fact, I am going to request it’s reading at the time of my death.  I would like to share it with you now.


Death Is Nothing At All

By Henry Scott Holland

  Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.

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