Your All American Housewife With A Spooky Twist
Whether you love his music or not, almost everyone nowadays knows who Elvis Presley was. It has been 43 years since his death, but he's spirit seems to be just as active today as he was when he was alive. Elvis's spirit appears to travel just as often as he did when he was touring.
The week leading up to Christmas has been a crazy, busy, fun week. The day after Mom drove up from North Carolina, we drove down to Springfield, Illinois to explore new areas with Avery and her kids.
During one of the posts last week, I briefly mentioned an interesting story involving St. Nicholas and The Pickled Boys. While that story was probably the least Christmasy thing you would associate with Saint Nicholas, it isn’t the only unusual story behind the jolly old man. While doing research for these Christmas posts I ended up coming across a few more interesting stories that I thought you might like to hear.
While researching my previous post about Krampus and Knecht Ruprecht, I was surprised to learn that there are a couple of Christmas or Yule witches in Europe. The two main witches I came across were as different as night and day. Reading their stories made me think of the line from Wizard of Oz “Are you a good witch or are you a bad witch?”
One of the extremely interesting traditions I came across was the folklore around Krampus. Outside of a really bad horror movie by the same that came out a few years ago (and I refuse to watch), I hadn’t really heard of Krampus before.
This past week has been a busy one. Thankfully Jeremy had Thanksgiving Day off. I had hired a local woman, Penny, to cater our Thanksgiving meal because I didn’t want to deal with cooking and cleaning on what I thought would be his only day off that week. We all enjoyed the food. Even Valar Morghulis got his own plate of yummy food.
From the time I woke up this morning, I knew something was off. My phone was just about dead because even though I plugged in the cord, the cord came unplugged from the wall. Then when I went to go shower, I noticed my conditioner had leaked all over everything in the shower rack. I thought it was just a couple of little hiccups and was ready to move on.
Al is the spirt that has been with me the longest. Actually, when I first knew he was around me, my roommate Nellie and I called him George. It would be a few years before we found out what his real name was. At the time though George seemed to fit him.
