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Sometimes These Things Skip a Generation

Sometimes These Things Skip a Generation

Last updated on: March 15, 2022 at 10:19 pm by Thumper Forge

Sometimes These Things Skip a Generation 2022-03-15T22:19:09+06:00 Thumper Forge

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In a breathtaking display of keeping up with the times, I’ve been watching Motherland: Fort Salem on Freeform. In case you haven’t seen it, here’s a quick summary.

Puritans: “You’re a Witch, and we’re going to execute you!”

Witch: “I mean, you’re half-right.” [glares in Witchcraft]

Puritans: “Change of plans. How about we don’t execute you, and in return, Witches run the US military complex for the next 300 years or so?”

Witch: “Okay, sure. We could probably get two seasons out of that.”

According to the show, Witch power is passed from mother to daughter, which got me thinking about my own mom, who died on Samhain 2018. Since the first cool breezes of Fall arrived in Houston on schedule, and we’re about to move into a time of the year when the veils between worlds become thin, I thought I’d share a seasonable bit of family history that she once unexpectedly dropped on me.

My God-fearing Protestant ancestors every time I start telling Witchcraft stories about them. (Image via Pixabay.)

A little over a decade ago, my brother and sister-in-law announced that they were going to have their first child. They’re both doctors, so we had no reason not to believe them, although I did my best to remind everyone that their cat had been diagnosed with clinical depression the week before, and that it was now actively trying to annihilate the semi-feral kitten they’d brought home to keep it company, so maybe it would be best to get anything they spawned into foster care as quickly as possible.

It was a losing battle, though, so instead, I convinced my mom that new parents have no business naming their own children. (I’m not even going to get into what they named the cats, but as head guncle, I had to draw the line somewhere.) We were sitting around one day, sipping coffee and debating our favorite binary appellations (her: Graeme and Caroline; me: Oscar and Savilla), when out of nowhere, my mom said, “Your grandmother was a [Romani] fortune-teller.”

I should preface this by explaining that my mother had a long history of saying weird shit at odd moments. “If you were going to murder someone, how would you do it?” she once asked, in the middle of a crowded Mexican restaurant. Then, while everyone else at the table was choking on their enchiladas, she added, “I’d use an organic poison that metabolizes as an innocuous waste product. But that’s just me.” So the fact that she causally mentioned that my grandmother was a fortune-teller in the middle of a discussion on baby names isn’t as bizarre as the fact that my grandmother was, apparently, a fortune-teller.

Our family photo album is lit. (Image via Pixabay.)

Understandably, I asked for clarification. And she explained that back in the day, decked out in Mediterranean scarves and oversized hoop earrings, Gammie ran a wildly popular divination booth at her small town’s annual Halloween festival.

“Well, was she any good?” I asked.

My mother shrugged. “I honestly haven’t a clue,” she said. “The lines were always too long, and I never got to see her. But she didn’t give real readings. She just said nice things to people to make them happy.”

I was both disappointed and relieved to hear her say this. Disappointed, in that how freakin’ cool would it have been to be able to say, “My Irish grandmother had the Sight! The Sight, I tells ye!” Relieved, because the whole “grandma was a witch” thing has been done to damn death within the greater Witchcraft community, starting with Alex Sanders and rolling steadily downhill from there.

People still claim it, of course, even if nobody buys it. But they have to keep saying it, on account of validity.

So I was mulling over those emotions, and reflecting on legacy, and right on cue, my mother said (I swear to the Gods I’m not making this up):

“Your grandmother also had a flux in her personal electromagnetic field. She could never wear a wristwatch; they just stopped working as soon as she put them on.” She took a sip of her coffee. “You know how computers crash around you? You get that from her.”

That actually explains a lot of things tbh. (Image via Pixabay.)

Then, while I was still reeling from the latest matrilineal revelation, she asked, “Do you honestly want to name this poor child Savilla?”

The poor child ended up with an entirely different name (My mom: “Eh. I’ll just call her Caroline anyway.”), and she’s grown into a bright, beautiful little girl who inherited her grandmother’s artistic abilities and her guncle’s penchant for the occult.

I don’t know how she’ll feel about the hawkish themes of Motherland, but once she’s old enough to flip channels unsupervised, I’ll get her started on The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. And at some point in her mid-thirties, when she’s about to get initiated herself, I’ll be like, “So hey, what about Savilla as your witch name? Because I’ll bet your great-gammie would’ve loved it.”

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About Thumper

Thumper Marjorie Splitfoot Forge is a Gardnerian High Priest, an initiate of the Minoan Brotherhood, an Episkopos of the Dorothy Clutterbuck Memorial Cabal of Laverna Discordia, a recovering alcoholic, and a notary public from Houston, TX. You can read more about the author here.

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