Monday, December 31, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Join Me for My Paranormal Radio Interview with Paranormal View January 5th.
Join me next Saturday, January 5th, as I will be doing a paranormal radio interview on Paranormal Views, from 8:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. Eastern. http://paraxradionetwork.com/live.htm
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Supernatural Friday: Superstitions of the New Year
The New Year is more than saying goodbye to the old year and hello to the new one. There are superstitions attached to this time of the year. Of course, 2012 has something special, with the Mayan calendar predicting the end of the world.
But let’s talk about normal legends and myths. Open all doors at midnight, to let the old year escape without being stopped. Celebrate at midnight with as much noise as possible, for it’s not just for celebration, but to chase bad spirits away. Widespread superstition has it said that the Devil and other evil spirits hate the din and will run away. Church bells on a wedding day are rung originally for the same reason.
A kiss at midnight with those close to us and whom we hold in affection starts the New Year off right by making sure ties and affections stay the next year. If no kiss is exchanged, it will mean a year of coldness.
Bills must be paid off before midnight chimes to make sure the household does not start off in debt. Same goes for personal debt, as they must be settled before January 1 also.
It is said that the first person to enter your home after the New Year is the one who will influence how your year will go. It is best if the man comes bearing gifts in either silver coin, a lump of coal, a sprig of evergreen, some salt or a bit of bread. And he should be dark-hair, tall and good-looking to make it a good year. But if he’s a red-haired or a blond, well, he will bring nothing but a year of bad luck. As for a female first guest, she should be chased away before disaster hits the household. Hold the women off until a man cross your threshold. The first footer should knock and be let in, but never use a key to enter, even if he lives there. Then after he drops off his gifts and greets those within the walls, he should then exit by another door than the one he entered by.
Larders must be stocked and money in everyone’s wallet to guarantee prosperity.
Another thing about first footers, they can not have flat feet, be cross-eyed, or have eyebrows that meet in the middle (can this last one be a werewolf thing too, since a werewolf can be identified by having brows like this?).
Another thing in regarding to good/bad luck for the New Year, is not to take anything out the first day, not even the garbage. If have presents, don’t even bring them in, but leave in the car until the second. This means don’t shake a rug out or take out empties. Some people say that it’s okay to take something out, long as something else was brought in first, most likely a first footer.
Down South, people make black-eyed peas to serve New Year’s Day to get good luck and financial good fortune, especially to the diner. Other foods such as ham hocks, cabbage, and collard greens can be added, but there must be black-eyed peas as the key ingredient.
Other foods considered lucky are lentil soup (due to looking like coins), pork (pigs root forward while poultry scratches backwards and a cow stands still), and sauerkraut (I grew up with a Czechoslovakian mother, so I love this, as my husband is half Polish!). Definitely do not eat chicken or turkey the first day, since the birds scratch backwards, this means the diners will scratch in the dirt all year (meaning poverty).
Do a token amount of what you do at work (even if you’re off from your job and not near it even) on January 1st, but a small amount is enough, as to engage in a serious project that day is considered bad luck. Don’t even do your laundry or even wash dishes, as this may wash away you or your family members in the home (death) during the coming year.
Wear something new January 1st, to insure you receive more new garments during the year. Do not pay back loans or lend money or other precious items on the first day of the New Year, otherwise you’ll be paying out all year. Avoid crying too. That will mean that will be the tone of the next twelve months and do not, I stress, do not break anything the First, otherwise the rest of the year will a life of wreckage.
So far, sounds like your first day might be best spent in bed after letting in that dark-haired man. But you need to get up to examine the weather that first day. Yes, even the weather can make things bad or good. Like if the wind comes from the south, times ahead will be prosperous times and great weather for all year. But if the wind comes from the north, that means bad weather all year. Wind from the east brings famine and calamities with it while from the west, it brings milk and fish a-plenty, but will also see the death of an important person. No wind, a joyous and prosperous year!
As for babies born on January 1, they are insured luck always.
Now, what will you do to insure good luck for 2013? Or do you don't even care?
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Bottled Spirits Nominated for Preditors and Editors Poll
My horror short story, "Bottled Spirits" is up at the Preditors and Editors Readers'
Poll Voting Page.
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If you can, vote for it. If you want to read my story P&E has the link connected to my story. Please click the first one, with the link, not the second one that someone must have added. Thank you.
Link to the story: http://buzzymag.com/bottled-spirits-by-pamela-kinney/
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If you can, vote for it. If you want to read my story P&E has the link connected to my story. Please click the first one, with the link, not the second one that someone must have added. Thank you.
Link to the story: http://buzzymag.com/bottled-spirits-by-pamela-kinney/
Monday, December 24, 2012
Have a Scary Little Christmas
Enjoy my original short Christmas horror tale. It is copyrighted, so
please just share the link with your friends so they can come and read
it here.
By Midnight (Copyright by Pamela K. Kinney)
You better watch out, you better not cr. . . .
A
strange jabbering woke her from her nightmare. Mrs. Piers sat up and
switched on the lamp on the bedstead by her bed. Light flowed over her
and the bed, banishing the darkness back to corners of her bedroom. The
only other light came from moonbeams stretching fingers through the
glass of the window .
Nothing. Must have been a revenant from the nightmare. She stared at the clock. Shoot! She’d overslept. The woman leaped out of bed, showered, and dressed in her custodial uniform.
It
was Christmas Eve, but that didn’t matter, as she was scheduled to work
tonight. It had proven to be the only way to get Christmas Day and
night off. As she walked into the eat-in kitchen, her daughter, Jenny,
brought their dinner, bowls of chicken noodle soup, to the table. Both
sat and began to eat, though Jenny only ate a few spoonfuls of soup.
Mrs.
Piers lost her husband a year ago and had to go to work to pay the
mortgage on the house, besides to support both her and Jenny. Luckily,
she saw the ad for someone to clean the local hospital during third
shift and when she applied, she got it. That meant leaving her daughter
alone in the house at night. A pretty teenage girl going through changes
due to puberty could get into trouble, least what she had heard.
So far, nothing happened. Knock on wood.
Tonight though was Christmas Eve. Though Jenny promised she would go to bed early after watching It's A Wonderful Life
on TV, as she admitted to feeling ill all day. Still, Mrs. Piers felt
uneasy. Jenny handed Mrs. Piers her purse and bagged lunch, and followed
her mother to the front door.
Mrs. Piers said, “I feel uneasy about leaving you alone tonight. Don’t know why either.”
“’Night,
Mom.” Jenny threw open the door. “I’ll make sure the place is locked up
tight, besides, I’m sixteen! Geesh!” She shook her head. “What do you
think could happen?”
Mrs. Piers reminded her. “There have been those people that vanished.”
The
girl snorted. “That was last Christmas and they were homeless people
that disappeared from a shelter downtown, not teenagers. There’s been
nothing since. The police even said they think the men just snuck out of
the building and took off for parts unknown.”
Mrs.
Piers needed to get to work, so she stepped out into the night. The
moon and a few stars sparkled up in the black velvet of the sky. Many
houses had Christmas lights and other decorations. The whole street was
lit up. Some people strolled along the neighborhood, only stopping to
view the lights. Everything looked innocent and Christmasy. Nothing
scary.
She whistled to the Christmas music that sang from the radio as she drove to the hospital.
****
As
Jenny turned to go back indoors, a tease of jabbering reached her from
the darkened area beneath a tree on the side of their home. A squirrel? This late though?
With a shrug as she heard nothing further, Jenny locked the door and
ambled into the living room. Raps resounded on the glass of the sliding
doors that led to the back yard. Her friends and the guys they brought
were here. Thank God, her mother had left already. Unlocking, she let in
two girls and three boys. They strolled past her into the house,
carrying bags of snacks and drinks, along with stuff for entertainment.
Jenny shut the door and stared as they began to set up. One of the boys
put two bags in the living room, while Lisa and other set bags on the
kitchen counter and began taking things out. Things like bags of chips,
cans of nuts and microwave popcorn overflowed the counter. Jenny thought
back to the last day of school, just before Christmas vacation.
Jenny’s
friends, Lisa and Debbie, had approached her as she was taking things
out of her locker at school and jamming it all into her bookbag.
“Hey,” said Lisa, leaning a shoulder against the ,locker next to Jenny’s. “Your mother works all night—right?”
Jenny slammed the door on her locker and slung her bookbag over one shoulder. “Yeah, but you knew that. So?”
Debbie
grinned. “Well, our parents will be out at a party that night until two
o’clock. Be kinda cool to have a party without adults staring over our
shoulders. There are these three guys—”
Jenny
finished for her, “and you two have the hots for two of them. Guess the
third was dug up for me? An incentive to have the party at my house?”
Lisa shrugged. “Well, your mom is gone all night—”
Jenny
sighed. The other girls looked at her. She nodded. “I don’t feel good
about this, but all right.” She shook a finger. “Not all night, okay.
Just ‘til midnight.”
Lisa
grinned. “Of course, we don’t want to do it all night. Christmas is the
next day and we want to be rested for that. Besides our parents will be
home by 2 a. m., so midnight is great.”
Jenny
had been worried about agreeing then. Wore, all day today, she had not
been feeling good. Couldn’t eat and stayed in her room most of the day,
as her stomach twisted into tight knots. Least the need to barf had
calmed down. It was only until midnight. She could handle that. Surely?
She
chided herself. It’s not as if there would be alcohol. . . One of the
boys, a tall, gangling one, laughed as he lifted a six-pack of beer out
of a grocery bag. Another boy, dressed all in black and sporting
earrings in his big ears, nose, and even his lower lip, laughed too,
braying like a donkey.
Jenny’s
stomach boiled as she fought not to run to the bathroom. She stomped
over to Lisa and Debbie who were opening packages of cookies and bags of
chips as they gossiped.
She grabbed Lisa’s arm, snarling. “You didn’t say there would be alcohol!”
Lisa
glanced with disinterest as the boy withdrew another six-pack of beer.
“Wellllll. . .I never said there wouldn’t be. John’s adult brother got
them for him at the liquor store tonight.”
Debbie piped up. “It’s not like we’ll all get drunk on twelve bottles of beer, Jenny.”
Jenny
blinked. Debbie wasn’t the brightest girl in town. Remembering the
incident with Debbie and the horse last year, well, not even in the
whole world either.
She sighed. “All right, but be forewarned, first time anyone starts to act drunk, the party is over and everyone goes home.”
Lisa shrugged a shoulder. “Sure. That’s doable.”
Lisa
popped in a DVD of a Christmas comedy she brought and both she and
Debbie settled on the couch, a boy each nestled against them. Lisa got
John, who was the tall, gangling type with the beer, while Debbie got
Roy, plump and dumb. Jenny ended up with Spider on the floor. Spider was
the goth who brayed like a mule earlier. She had thumped down in the
chair that matched the couch, but Spider had slithered in like a snake
about to snatch its next victim, sliding his arms round her so Jenny got
down on the floor. Unfortunately, so did Spider, looping an arm over
her shoulders.
“You know why they call me Spider?” he whispered into her ear. “It’s like I got eight arms.”
It
felt like he had eight hands too. They slid up and down her body,
searching for permanent places to nest. Like her breasts, and other
unmentionable spots.
She
hissed in his ear, digging an elbow into his ribs. “Hands to yourself. I
don’t know you enough for you to do that. Honestly, in my opinion, that
will be never ever. Understand?”
He glowered as he grabbed the bottle of beer beside him. “Your friends didn’t say you be a class A bitch.”
He
took a swig of beer and ignored her after that, staring at the
television. Which was fine with her. Jenny rose to her feet and headed
for the kitchen to get herself a bottle of soda and some snacks.
Alone,
she opened the fridge and peeked in when she heard a sound. Closing the
door, she listened and heard it again. It sounded like someone saying
something, except so slow that Jenny couldn’t catch the words. It came
from the back of the house. Jenny stared down the shadow-dark hallway. A
chill skittered up her spine. The only people in the house were her and
her guests.
The jabbering grew a little louder. Now, it sounded like there was a crowd back in wither hers or her mother’s bedroom.
She
jumped when something touched her shoulder. Her pounding heart slowed
when she realized it was Spider. His bottle hanging limp from his
fingers, the boy’s brow knitted together.
“What’s going on?” He peered down the hall. “I thought we were the only people tonight? Your mother working, right?”
Jenny rubbed her arms with her hands, as she felt cold. “She is. We are.”
“Hey, what’s going on? Sneaking off to do some neckin’?” Lisa and Debbie plus their guys joined them.
Spider
pointed with the neck of his now empty bottle at the hallway. “No.
Doesn’t that sound like people are talking back there?”
Debbie bit her lip. “Really?” She turned to Jenny. “Thought you said your mom was at work.”
Jenny spat out. “She is. We’re supposed to be the only living bodies in the house tonight.”
Debbie giggled. “Cool. Maybe it’s ghosts.”
Lisa
snorted. “There are no such things as ghosts, dummy. It’s just Jenny
playing a trick on us.” She merged with the darkness as she walked down
the hallway. “I’ll prove it. Hey, John, coming?”
John
asked, “You sure you want me? I mean, I doubt there’s anything back
there.” He gave Spider a nasty glance. “Spider watches too many horror
flicks, you ask me.” But when Lisa told him to come with her, he hustled
to join her..
Jenny
heard the rustling of their clothing, their footsteps barely audible on
the carpeted floor. All sound quiet as even the voices stopped. She
back stepped until she found herself against Spider’s front. His odor
flowed over her. He stunk of sweat, some male cologne and . . . . fear?
How would she know what fear smelled like?
Lisa called out. “Hey, there’s a glow coming from a bedroom back here. It looks like—“
Silence. Nothing from her or John.
Debbie said, “Lisa? Lisa?” Roy yelled, “Yo, John?”
Lisa didn’t answer. John neither.
More
chills skittered along Jenny’s nerves. She was ready to turn around and
get her cell lying on the coffee table in the living room, then dial
911. But she didn’t as Debbie, along with Roy and Spider tiptoed to
where Lisa and John were. Spider hadn’t wanted to, but Roy dug his
fingers into the thinner boy’s shoulder and forced him along.
Jenny called out. “Come back. I’m going to call the—“
Suddenly,
screams and growls rent the air. Frightened, and not even looking back,
Jenny bolted, snatching her cell phone and the house keys. She ran out
of the house, not even shutting the door behind her.
Breathing
heavy, she stopped in the street and stared back at the looming
darkness of the open doorway. Nothing surged out of it, not the others
or whatever had gotten them. With a shaking hand, she called her mother
at the hospital. After she got off the phone, she felt pain wash over
her. Smells rushed at her. Iron-like, like when there was bleeding. She
drooled. Confused and still in agony too, she leaned against a car
parked on the street. Until she realized it was Lisa’s car, then she
stumbled across the street. She stayed there.
Thirty
minutes later her mother drove up and after parking the car on the
street, joined Jenny who hugged her, crying. “Mom, something’s in the
house, and it got Lisa and Debbie.”
Her mother patted her back. “Did you allow them in the house?”
Jenny
sniffed. “Yeah. I allowed them and three guys to have a party of sorts
at our house. Now something has got them and it’s my fault.”
Her mother nodded. “It is, Jenny. Mine too.”
Jenny
looked at her mother and noticed how strange her face looked in the
light of the moon. A kind of blurring. “What do you mean?”
“After
your father died, I was called back to my people. But they wouldn’t
allow you to come with me. I couldn’t leave you. Oh no. They said you’re
a halfling. That you couldn’t survive in my world. But I noticed you
had some of my powers, something most Halflings never inherited from
their few parent. So staying here, I had to get a job to support us, but
still worried about leaving you alone as you were entering puberty and
with puberty for a fey, the changes come. Some of my people came to stay
with us.”
Jenny
backed out of her mother’s arms. “What do you mean? I never saw anyone
but us in the house since daddy died. And what’s a fey?”
Her
mother sighed. “That’s because of the glamour. Like what I use to keep
me appearing human to humans, like your father. A fey is another word
for what humans call fairies. I am part of one race of the Sidhe. We can
change shape with will, besides having other powers.”
Jenny
saw with shock as her mother’s form shorted out like a television
reception. Where her mother had stood, a tall, pale being with
shimmering hair that fell to its feet towered over her. It gave a parody
of a smile, revealing a mouthful of cannibal sharp fangs. “I saw your
father from a distance when he was hiking with friends in the mountains
and I fell in love with him. So I stepped from my world into his,
changed my looks, and made him fall in love with me. I don’t need to
feed most of the year on what my kind subsist on normally, but on
Christmas Eve, before midnight, the hunger calls to me. So I would sneak
out to hunt my prey as your father slept deeply due to enchantment. It
grew worse when I became pregnant with you. I had to feed for two then.”
Her
mother snatched her up and they flew to the house, entering. The door
slammed shut behind them without a sound. Jenny was let go and she found
herself standing over Spider. A crowd of beings like her mother
surrounded them, blood on their lipless mouths and bare skin. Her mother
pointed at the scared boy.
“You’re
half fey, dear, and you must eat the right food tonight to survive.
Just as our relatives had gnawed on your friends. Just as I fed on a
dying person at the hospital earlier tonight. Your magic is growing
stronger each day and if you don’t feast on human flesh before the first
strike of midnight, you will burn up. Don’t you feel the heat in you
now? It’s our particular type of fairies’ Christmas curse.”
Jenny
did. It felt like a roaring fire centered in her. It hurt. She stared
down at Spider and saw how large and rounded his eyes had become. Even
smelled his fear like an overpowering perfume. The pulse at his throat
drew her eyes. It teased her, begged her to take a bite. But his hands
interested her more. Spider had wanted his hands on her earlier that
night. She had said no then. Why not be in a place they should? Like her
mouth? Yes.
With
a smile, Jenny leaned over, her jaws popping to accommodate the
feeding. She grabbed Spider’s hands as he tried to screamed, but
couldn’t, thanks to the magic she used.
His hands tasted so good when they were in the right spot. Like down her throat and in her tummy.
the end.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Supernatural Friday: Who Haunts the Heights of South Mountain?
Welcome
author Kathryn Hohmann, as she blogs about who haunts the Heights of South
Mountain
for today’s Supernatural Friday.
Remember
that box-office smash, The Blair Witch Project?
It’s
the story of three students who set out in the darkened woods of central Maryland to investigate
an old legend called the Blair Witch. In
the 1700s, a woman named Blair -- accused of witchcraft and cast out of a
village -exacted her revenge by ritually murdering the village
inhabitants. In the movie, the hapless
students go in search of the witch and after a night of paralyzing fear, they
disappear, never to be heard from again.
Because the movie was portrayed as a documentary, fans were so
determined to find the “real” Blair Witch that they swarmed to the town of Burkittsville, Maryland
from as far away as London.
It’s no coincidence that the film makers
picked the location around South Mountain,
a region steeped in history and spooky legend.
Although the Piscataway Indians
traditionally lay claim to these rich hunting grounds, the first white
settlements date to the early to mid-18th century. In those days, belief in the supernatural was
common. The area was likely considered a
threshold between this world and the next, a “power spot” or “thin place,”
where the barriers between past and present are permeable. Ghost tales shared by settlers describe
strange winged creatures that swooped down from the ridge of South Mountain to
carry off inhabitants.
Then came the war between the states. Being a border state, Maryland
was divided so sharply between Union and
Confederate that some families broke apart, brother fighting brother. The conflict culminated on September 14,
1862, when armies faced off on the ridge of South Mountain in a clash that
foreshadowed the battle at Antietam -- the
single bloodiest day on American soil in the nation’s history.
That
was 150 years ago. Yet even today, some
visitors to South
Mountain
are frightened by hazy shapes in Confederate dress or claim to see misty lights
and ghostly campfires burning on the old battleground, especially during the
damp and dark September evenings. During
this year’s re-enactment, a few adventurous souls made the trek to the top of South
Mountain,
gathered at twilight, lit candles and
honored the dead. There’s a marker that
commemorates a regiment of Rebel soldiers who vanished in the aftermath of the
battle. There’s documentation about a
Union burial duty that might have disposed of bodies, but no definite
explanation for the soldiers’ disappearance.
Questions only lead deeper into the mystery.
Then
there’s another phenomenon that defies explanation, an eerie place called Spook Hill. Local legend holds that -- at a certain
juncture in the road--- vehicles can be stopped, put into neutral and simply
drive themselves uphill. Skeptics are
quick to dismiss the phenomenon by explaining that the roadway is nothing more
than an optical illusion and merely appears to slope uphill, but history says
something else entirely. On September 14,
1862, at the base of South Mountain,
Union fire forced the Confederates to abandon their cannons and make a run for
safety. The giant weapons went rolling
downhill, out of control and crushed the Rebels who had been fortunate enough
to survive the sharpshooters’ bullets.
Legend says that Rebels killed during the retreat haunt this stretch of
road, their souls forever tasked with the duty of pushing their cannons back up
the mountain.
Those
drawn to South Mountain sense
the imprint of the past on the present.
There aren’t definite answers, not about the Rebels who vanished without
a trace on the mountain top or about the slant of the road below. But one
thing is certain: It’s not a witch named Blair that haunts the hills of
central Maryland,
not even close. It’s something, or
someone, in blue or grey. Kathryn
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About Kathryn Hohmann:
Kathryn Hohmann is a writer from southwestern Montana. Her newest book, Soldiers Rest, is a novel inspired by the true tale about Rebels who vanished in the aftermath of a Civil War battle. She is co-author of Why We Ride, about women and horses and a textbook on emergency response. Kathryn can be reached at http://www.soldiers-rest.com.
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A Season of Fear and Superstition
It's
that time of the year to smooch under the mistletoe, shop for loved
ones and go view Christmas lights on the Tacky Lights Tour. The season
is full of good tidings and happiness, nothing scarier than you might
get that special gift from Santa Claus. Right?
WRONG! People in olden days didn’t stay indoors due to the “frightful” weather, but more because it might have been cold and dangerous outside. They knew in their hearts that dark forces lurked amidst the shadows of the snow drifts. Winter Solstice (December 21) was seen as a time when the fabric between the mortal world and the world of malicious spirits became thin enough for things to snatch unwary victims. Though the fiends are lout all winter, still, this time prove to be the scariest. When many gathered together to celebrate, it was hoped that the dark spirits would realize with all that din that there were too many bodies inside or caroling outside to grab one person. Another custom practiced was doors were flung open at midnight to let out trapped evil spirits caught inside the building. A candle was left burning in the window all night to insure good luck for the family inside. Any candle that burned out before dawn was deemed a bad sign.
Another thing said is that those born on Christmas are apt more to see a spirit than those not. But they have nothing to fear from any ghost if they chance to encounter one. They are also protected against deaths by drowning or hanging.
Witches are a part of Christmas too—through our very own Christmas ornaments, or balls. In Scotland, people used to wear them around their necks to ward off witches. It was also believed in Scotland and Canada that if a witch touched one, her/his soul would be caught within the ball forever.
A witch ball is a hollow sphere of plain or stained glass hung in cottage windows in eighteenth-century England to ward off evil spirits, witch's spells, or ill fortune, though the witch's ball actually originated among cultures where witches were considered a blessing. Witches would usually "enchant" the balls to enhance their potency against evils. Later, they were often posted on top of a vase or suspended by a cord (as from the mantelpiece or rafters) for a decorative effect. Witch balls appeared in America in the nineteenth century and were often found in gardens under the name "gazing ball,” something that has come back, as I bought one last summer to place in my own garden. However, "gazing balls" contain no strands within their interior. According to folk tales, witch balls would entice evil spirits with their bright colors; the strands inside the ball would then capture the spirit and prevent it from escaping.
Witch balls sometimes measure as large as seven inches (eighteen cm) in diameter. By tradition, but not always, the witch ball is green or blue in color and made from glass. There have been others made of wood, grass, or twigs, instead of glass. Some are decorated in enameled swirls and brilliant stripes of various colors. The gazing balls found in many of today's gardens are derived from silvered witch balls that acted as convex mirrors, warding off evil by reflecting it away.
Because they look similar to the glass balls used on fishing nets, witch balls are often associated with sea superstitions and legends. The modern Christmas ornament ball is descended from the witch ball. According to an ancient tale, the ornament was originally placed on the tree to dispel a visitor’s envy at the presents left beneath the tree.
Besides the ball, mistletoe was also considered a powerful charm to be used against witches, along with lightening. The lightening? Is it connected, as maybe caused by a witch? Good question.
This time of year also has ghost stories told. Just as much as Halloween. Charles Dickens’ novel, the Christmas Carol, Is proof of that. Those Victorian people did more than go Christmas caroling or drank mulled wine by the roaring fires. There’s even that line in It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year song that goes "There'll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmas long, long ago." There are novels and anthologies that come out this time of the year, ghostly fiction or horror stories. One book of fiction I found is Christmas Ghosts, edited by Kathryn Cramer and David G. Hartwell. I ordered for myself, a ghostly tale set during Christmas time for my Kindle, The Carousel by James Cessford. The eBook intrigued me to read it and it was not a bad price. Search Amazon or your local brick and mortar independent bookstore for other Christmas ghost stories to buy and read.
Besides, ghost stories, there are other dark myths and legends concerning with Christmas. In the olden days gone by in Finland, they believed in Joulupukki. Pagan people used to have festivities to ward off evil spirits. In Finland these spirits of darkness wore goat skins and horns. In the beginning this creature didn't give presents but demanded them. The Christmas Goat was an ugly creature and frightened children. It is unclear how this personality was transformed into the benevolent Father Christmas. Nowadays the only remaining feature is the name. The process was probably a continuous amalgamation of many old folk customs and beliefs from varied sources. One can speak of a Christmas pageant tradition consisting of many personages with roles partly Christian, partly pagan: A white-bearded saint, the Devil, demons, and house gnomes. Nowadays the Joulupukki of Finland resembles the American Santa Claus. This reminds me of Black Peter and the Krampus, both being Santa’s “evil twin.” In many areas of the world, it is said that St. Nicholas has a companion. This companion is Krampus, though another version is Black Peter, or Zarte Piet or Zwarte Piet. Black Peter is associated with the Netherlands and has dark skin. Krampus isn't a man though. He has horns, goat hair, hooves, and claws. Just like a demon. His job is to accompany St. Nicholas and to warn and punish bad children. He is said to carry a basket on his back where he will place the bad children and take them to Hell to be tossed into the pit. Puts a frightening twist on “have you been naughty or nice!” Krampus originates from Krampen--meaning claw. Young men dressed up in goat skins and masks they spend two weeks making and on December 5th go out to scare all and carry out "birching," mainly on young girls.
So, besides a season of “good tidings,” it is also a time of terrible fear. So get your children in at night and make sure they are good. And do the same for yourself. For you never know if that shadow moving along the street past your front yard is just someone looking at your Christmas lights, or something else waiting to get you! Happy holidays.
WRONG! People in olden days didn’t stay indoors due to the “frightful” weather, but more because it might have been cold and dangerous outside. They knew in their hearts that dark forces lurked amidst the shadows of the snow drifts. Winter Solstice (December 21) was seen as a time when the fabric between the mortal world and the world of malicious spirits became thin enough for things to snatch unwary victims. Though the fiends are lout all winter, still, this time prove to be the scariest. When many gathered together to celebrate, it was hoped that the dark spirits would realize with all that din that there were too many bodies inside or caroling outside to grab one person. Another custom practiced was doors were flung open at midnight to let out trapped evil spirits caught inside the building. A candle was left burning in the window all night to insure good luck for the family inside. Any candle that burned out before dawn was deemed a bad sign.
Another thing said is that those born on Christmas are apt more to see a spirit than those not. But they have nothing to fear from any ghost if they chance to encounter one. They are also protected against deaths by drowning or hanging.
Witches are a part of Christmas too—through our very own Christmas ornaments, or balls. In Scotland, people used to wear them around their necks to ward off witches. It was also believed in Scotland and Canada that if a witch touched one, her/his soul would be caught within the ball forever.
A witch ball is a hollow sphere of plain or stained glass hung in cottage windows in eighteenth-century England to ward off evil spirits, witch's spells, or ill fortune, though the witch's ball actually originated among cultures where witches were considered a blessing. Witches would usually "enchant" the balls to enhance their potency against evils. Later, they were often posted on top of a vase or suspended by a cord (as from the mantelpiece or rafters) for a decorative effect. Witch balls appeared in America in the nineteenth century and were often found in gardens under the name "gazing ball,” something that has come back, as I bought one last summer to place in my own garden. However, "gazing balls" contain no strands within their interior. According to folk tales, witch balls would entice evil spirits with their bright colors; the strands inside the ball would then capture the spirit and prevent it from escaping.
Witch balls sometimes measure as large as seven inches (eighteen cm) in diameter. By tradition, but not always, the witch ball is green or blue in color and made from glass. There have been others made of wood, grass, or twigs, instead of glass. Some are decorated in enameled swirls and brilliant stripes of various colors. The gazing balls found in many of today's gardens are derived from silvered witch balls that acted as convex mirrors, warding off evil by reflecting it away.
Because they look similar to the glass balls used on fishing nets, witch balls are often associated with sea superstitions and legends. The modern Christmas ornament ball is descended from the witch ball. According to an ancient tale, the ornament was originally placed on the tree to dispel a visitor’s envy at the presents left beneath the tree.
Besides the ball, mistletoe was also considered a powerful charm to be used against witches, along with lightening. The lightening? Is it connected, as maybe caused by a witch? Good question.
This time of year also has ghost stories told. Just as much as Halloween. Charles Dickens’ novel, the Christmas Carol, Is proof of that. Those Victorian people did more than go Christmas caroling or drank mulled wine by the roaring fires. There’s even that line in It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year song that goes "There'll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmas long, long ago." There are novels and anthologies that come out this time of the year, ghostly fiction or horror stories. One book of fiction I found is Christmas Ghosts, edited by Kathryn Cramer and David G. Hartwell. I ordered for myself, a ghostly tale set during Christmas time for my Kindle, The Carousel by James Cessford. The eBook intrigued me to read it and it was not a bad price. Search Amazon or your local brick and mortar independent bookstore for other Christmas ghost stories to buy and read.
Besides, ghost stories, there are other dark myths and legends concerning with Christmas. In the olden days gone by in Finland, they believed in Joulupukki. Pagan people used to have festivities to ward off evil spirits. In Finland these spirits of darkness wore goat skins and horns. In the beginning this creature didn't give presents but demanded them. The Christmas Goat was an ugly creature and frightened children. It is unclear how this personality was transformed into the benevolent Father Christmas. Nowadays the only remaining feature is the name. The process was probably a continuous amalgamation of many old folk customs and beliefs from varied sources. One can speak of a Christmas pageant tradition consisting of many personages with roles partly Christian, partly pagan: A white-bearded saint, the Devil, demons, and house gnomes. Nowadays the Joulupukki of Finland resembles the American Santa Claus. This reminds me of Black Peter and the Krampus, both being Santa’s “evil twin.” In many areas of the world, it is said that St. Nicholas has a companion. This companion is Krampus, though another version is Black Peter, or Zarte Piet or Zwarte Piet. Black Peter is associated with the Netherlands and has dark skin. Krampus isn't a man though. He has horns, goat hair, hooves, and claws. Just like a demon. His job is to accompany St. Nicholas and to warn and punish bad children. He is said to carry a basket on his back where he will place the bad children and take them to Hell to be tossed into the pit. Puts a frightening twist on “have you been naughty or nice!” Krampus originates from Krampen--meaning claw. Young men dressed up in goat skins and masks they spend two weeks making and on December 5th go out to scare all and carry out "birching," mainly on young girls.
So, besides a season of “good tidings,” it is also a time of terrible fear. So get your children in at night and make sure they are good. And do the same for yourself. For you never know if that shadow moving along the street past your front yard is just someone looking at your Christmas lights, or something else waiting to get you! Happy holidays.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Christmas Facts
Each year, 30-35 million real Christmas trees are sold in the United States alone. There are 21,000 Christmas tree growers in the United States, and trees usually grow for about 15 years before they are sold. The highest priced tree was displayed i the Emirates Palace in 2013. It cost $11, 026, 900.
Today, in the Greek and Russian orthodox churches, Christmas is celebrated 13 days after the 25th, which is also referred to as the Epiphany or Three Kings Day. This is the day it is believed that the three wise men finally found Jesus in the manger. In the Middle Ages, Christmas celebrations were rowdy and raucous—a lot like today's Mardi Gras parties.
From 1659 to 1681, the celebration of Christmas was outlawed in Boston, and law-breakers were fined five shillings.
Christmas was declared a federal holiday in the United States on June 26, 1870. The first eggnog made in the United States was consumed in Captain John Smith's 1607 Jamestown settlement.
The U.S. produces 1.76 billion candy canes each year. Americans send 1.5 billon Christmas cards annually (I think this would include ecards).
Poinsettia plants are named after Joel R. Poinsett, an American minister to Mexico, who brought the red-and-green plant from Mexico to America in 1828. The Salvation Army has been sending Santa Claus-clad donation collectors into the streets since the 1890s.
Rudolph, "the most famous reindeer of all," was the product of Robert L. May's imagination in 1939. The copywriter wrote a poem about the reindeer to help lure customers into the Montgomery Ward department store.
Construction workers started the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree tradition in 1931.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Join Me at Celebrate With a Book Author Book Fair in Richmond, VA. Saturday, December 15th
Join me and nineteen other authors at the Celebrate With a Book Author Book Fair at Regency Mall 1420 North Parham Road Richmond, VA tomorrow, December 15th from 10:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. First twenty get free gift bags of goodies.
Signed books make great Christmas gifts!
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Supernatural Friday: Candy Cane: Myth and Reality
It is said that the candy cane came by a candy maker in Indiana who wanted to make a candy that would be a witness, so he made the Christmas candy cane. He took several symbols from the birth, ministry, and death of Jesus Christ. He began with a stick of pure white, hard candy, which symbolized the Virgin Birth and the sinless nature of Jesus, It had to be hard to symbolize the Solid Rock, the foundation of the Church, and firmness of the promises of God.He formed the candy in the form of a “J” to represent the precious name of Jesus. It could also represent the staff of the “Good Shepherd.”
Thinking that the candy was somewhat plain, the candy maker stained it with red stripes, using three small stripes to show the stripes of the scourging Jesus received by which we are healed. The large red stripe was for the blood shed by Christ on the cross.
These Jesus celebrating candies were then, the story
goes, handed out to good children in church or used as a form of identification
among Christians when they were persecuted. But none of this is true! Candy
canes were not invented in Indiana, since the first reports of hard candy
sticks (the precursor to candy canes) come from the 17th century.
Actually, white candy sticks were actually quite
common at Christmas. One story says that they turned into J’s because one
choirmaster bent them to look like a shepherd’s staff for children during the
nativity scene. But there is no evidence that that’s true either.
In America’s
introduction to Christmas candy canes can be traced to August Imgard, a German
immigrant who’s credited with introducing the Christmas tree to Ohio in 1847. The National
Confectioners Association makes a claim that Imgard “decorated a small blue
spruce with paper ornaments and candy canes.” But an
article from 1938 points out a ceremony
that a different kind of sweet was used.
Ornaments were made of paper, festooned in long chains
by the younger members of the pioneer community. Kuchen baked according to a
recipe sent from Bavaria
by Imgard’s mother, hung upon the tree and served both as ornaments and
tidbits. The cookies were colored with brown sugar and the family spent weeks
baking them in quantities for the guests. Gilded nuts were other ornaments and
inside the gilded shells were warm messages of greeting.
Red-and-white striped candy didn’t show up until
around the turn of the century in America.
Other
myths concerning the candy cane:A sweet treat made for children who behaved in church.
A way for Christians to identify each other during time of persecution.
Whether how the candy cane came to be, now they are as
much a part of the holidays as Santa Claus.
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