Saturday, November 28, 2009
Histories Unnamed: Reputation Laid to Rest
<p>Let me tell you who I am.<br>I am a person driven to
endless creative endeavors.<br>I am a person trying to
reconcile with my past.<br>And in my past, my
family's past, is the history of a
name.<br><br>My last name was given to me by my
predominantly Polish father.<br>For years it has puzzled me,
"What does it mean?" And for the love of God!
Spell it right!<br>I have found that a name, like in so many
tales, has the power to control its bearer rendering him witless to
the coming danger. I suppose its only a myth. I call
someone's name - nothing interesting ever happens. What the
heck, right?<br>Unique in its brevity; lo and behold; that
name is: SROKA<br><br>It unmistakably means Magpie. Now
for my distant and unknown brothers and sisters, I hail to you, for
I know that we should never meet. And as for the other readers of
my blog: I hope this was as educational as it is dreary.
<br><br>Magpies have a long notorious history of being
pests. They are loud chattery birds that have, to my dismay, been
categorized as evil. They collect things of relative beauty;
whatever's shinny humans cast aside. And occasionally feast
on the hatchings of other birds. <br>In European history a
Magpie betokens bad luck. So much for the black cat sightings. A
Magpie is to be greeted as one of prestige. "Ello! Mr.
Magpie, how is your wife?" If not greeted, this wordless
gentleman could spell your doom.<br>The number of Magpies is
also an indication of what will happen in your near future. The
rhyme goes as follows:</p><dl><dd>One for
sorrow,</dd><dd>Two for joy,</dd><dd>Three
for a girl,</dd><dd>Four for a
boy,</dd><dd>Five for silver,</dd><dd>Six
for gold,</dd><dd>Seven for a secret never to be
told.</dd></dl>There are about five variants of this
rhyme. They have also been interchanged with crows. Needless to
say, the rhyme was intended for Magpies first, thus making them way
cooler. It's a known fact.<br>If you think that Crow
and Ravens are by far eviler - I can tell you why not.<br>On
the crucifixion of Christ, all of the birds wept and sung for him.
All save one consoled him in his agony. It was the magpie that was
forever cursed.<br>That being said, the only optimism of this
dismal gloom came from the Chinese. To them this bird meant good
news would come your way. It's about time! I was about
ready to slit my wrists [not really].<br><br>As you can
see, I'm just a bird. A harmless bird seeking acceptance in
Man's world, regardless if I have a drop of Satan's
blood under my tongue. My reputation is all for naught. Birds care
less for the doings Man, just as they care even less for
superstition. belief <img
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