Very superstitious, writing’s on the wall
Very superstitious, ladders ‘bout to fall
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin’ glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past
“Superstition” by Stevie Wonder topped the charts in the United States the week of January 27, 1973. Yes, the song’s funky groove is irresistible. But perhaps the 22-year-old pop genius had also tapped into something else: our fascination with superstitions.
Merriam-Webster defines superstition as “a belief or practice resulting from ignorance, fear of the unknown, trust in magic or chance, or a false conception of causation.” Do you avoid walking under ladders? That perpetuates an early Christian belief that the triangle formed by a leaning ladder represented the Holy Trinity. When you walk under the ladder, you break the trinity – not a good thing to do on the road to heaven.
Do you knock on wood in order to avoid jinxing yourself? One theory says this common practice is rooted in the pagan belief that good spirits live in trees. By rapping on wood when you say something hopeful, you summon the help of the good spirit within.
Athletes are especially superstitious. Cy Young Award winner Justin Verlander eats Taco Bell the night before every start. When I played basketball in high school, I always wore the same socks for games.
Superstition confounds the wishes that we extend to stage performers. We tell them to “break a leg” because we believe saying “good luck” will bring them just the opposite.
Triskaidekaphobia is the fear of the number 13. The word derives from the Greek: tris (three) + kai (and) + deka (ten) + phobia (fear of). Many cultures believe the number 13 to be bad luck, with some citing Judas as the 13th apostle. As a junior in high school, I wore number 13 on my away-game basketball jersey. We didn’t make the playoffs that year. I switched to number 30 the following season. We went 19-4.
On October 31, 1921, Vincent Pantalone married Antonia (Etta) Caione in Providence. I always thought it was cool that my grandparents chose Halloween for their wedding day. Their union spawned an extended Italian family, into whose lively and loving embrace I entered almost 40 years later. I was the 12th of Vincent and Etta’s 13 grandchildren.
With thanks to my cousin, Lorri Mainelli, for including me in her recent research into our shared family history.