Posted in Throwback Thursday

Streamers, tin cans and horns

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The horns honked every Saturday, sometimes driving around the block right by my house. Wedding couples waved from the back seat, with streamers and tin cans sailing in their wake.

The church stood at the entrance of our neighborhood, as much a playground for us children as it was a place of worship. Baptisms, funerals, and all forms of life events in between took place beneath its roof. And on Saturdays, the expected cachaphony of honking horns was as common as the chirping of birds.

Many wedding traditions have their roots in superstition, and the making of noise is one of them. It was thought that the loud clanging of cans trailing behind a carriage and even church bells would scare evil spirits away from the newlyweds. Eventually, the practice became an expression of celebration.

These days limousines are more common than tin cans hanging from the bumper, and it’s been a long time since I’ve heard the honking horns. My guess is that the racket brought more evil spirits out of neighboring homes and business than it ever scared away. As for me and my chums, we laughed and waved and imagined someday riding in the back of the noisy getaway car.

Peace . . .

Posted in Weekly Photo Challenge

Weekly Photo Challenge: Intricate

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“To be well married you have to have a penchant for the intricacies of intimacy and larval change..If the personality is a spider’s web, you will want to know every thread…Pleasures no longer come to you, but there are pickings to be had if you can learn to scavenge for them”

— Hanif Kureishi, The Body

For more photographic interpretations of Intricate, or to take part in The Weekly Photo Challenge, go to The Daily Post.

The ring bearer’s pillow pictured above exhibits the Norwegian art of Hardanger.  Even weave fabric, cut between series of satin stitches, creates intricate open designs.  I made it in 1982 at the age of 21. 

I haven’t done this Weekly Photo Challenge in a while and I’ve missed it.

Peace . . .