I am not but... I woke up this morning to find that the ring bolt on the chain of my Star of David which I have worn round my neck for over 40 years had broken during the night, and needs replacing. Not for the first time and I usually get a new ring on top of the Star itself [soldered ? on] at the same time. But on each occasion it has happened over the years - not that many times as both the Star and the chain are only 9ct gold which is quite strong - I get some bad news about either a family member or a very close and long-time friend. I hope my telephone does not ring today.
No, I'm not superstitious at all - but, fingers crossed and touch wood (!) that if your telephone does ring, it's good news.
I should not do either of those as they are no-nos [so is superstition] for my religion. But it is strange. It also happened with a wedding ring that had belonged to an aunt [not that anyone really knew how she was a aunt] of Mother. Aunt Nettie was a miserable old b i t c h who never had any children - I remember that we - twin, I, older sister and Mother - stayed at her home briefly during WWII as Father was in the British Army. She had the most glorious large detached house with huge gardens in the Trent Bridge area of Nottingham but only lived in the small living room off the kitchen, which had an old pantry and store room in which she had a small bathroom and lavatory put in. Not sure when but some time later. I had not seen her since I was a very small child during WWII but for some unknown reason my husband and I and my then infant daughter went to visit her a few times, just staying maybe two days. I think we were probably the only people who ever visited her, I mean she really was an old b i t c h who hated everyone. But she seemed to like us. Anyhow, she developed what I now know was severe Altzheimers - Father sorted out a nursing home for her - she got chucked out of this one, that one etc - and it was not until Father sold her house [which I would have loved] that she finally accepted the last place - and promptly died. Father had applied to the Courts and been given what I now know was Power of Attorney to look after her etc - never was sure whether she knew or not. But anyhow, when she died Father gave me her plain gold wedding ring, which I wore for years until one day my finger hurt and when I looked the ring had somehow gotten squashed. And that day another family member died.
I'm not superstitious but throughout my life there have been times when I have been absolutely convinced something is going to happen. My father used to say that I had "a bee in my bonnet"! When it happens I can't tell you how or why I know, I just do. The only way I can explain is that it's a gut feeling which suddenly comes over me for no apparent reason. The conviction can be either good or bad. Fortunately nowadays it doesn't happen very often because it can be quite scary.
My Star of David is back - new ring bolt but they said the little ring at the top was still strong. My optician came round to check the distance between my pupils for another pair of mid distance [computer monitor and preparing food distance, neither of which I can do wearing my bifocals - and I cannot have varifocals] - and as his shop [private family business, not something like SpecSavers] is two shops away from the old jewellers who also do repairs including watch repairs] he took it, got it done, and brought it back. But even though the telephone did not ring, something is telling me not to put it back on. I do not know what or why, I just "know" that I must not put it back on. I did have one that was in the things that I sell as a hobby [I am unable to make it any larger, sorry]. It is not solid gold but 18ct gold plated, with CZ stones alternated with the plain gold - very pretty and because it has no history I have been wearing that and will keep it on. The Star itself is 1.2cm x 1.2cm whereas mine is 3cm x 3cm, and has a thinner and shorter chain than than mine. But as long as I have mine back, I am happy. Even though I do not feel I can wear it just yet. Actually the correct name is "Shield of David" and not "Star" and it has no religious connotations whatsoever. It is just our emblem. And on the subject of wedding rings, thinking about Auntie Nettie's, my older sister sent me Mother's platinum wedding band which Mother had left me in her Will. It was far too large for me to wear and I would not have felt comfortable doing so. So I put in on the chain of my Star of David and somehow it seemed to burn my skin. So I sent it to my twin [who had inherited Mother's three band eternity ring, made from diamonds in a watch she had inherited from her mother, who died when Mother was just 19 - older sister inherited Mother's engagement ring] to her in the US via FedEx. Our older sister probably "aquired" all her other jewellery and possessions when Mother died, being the only one of us still in England.
