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Saturday, October 12, 2013

Hallows Everyday 12

By this magic paring I wish to discover,
The first letter of the name of my true lover.
Three times round with movements slow,
Then upon the floor lie low;
Show me, if you know the same,
The letter of my true love's name.

This is an old custom practiced by young, unmarried women seeking to know who their true love was. Skillfully paring the apple and tossing it over the right should would, supposedly, show them the first letter of the man meant for them. If one could not discern an initial, it meant she was destined for spinsterhood. Of course, a smart gal could always see an initial!

Blessings nine!

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