Last week I had a birthday. It was very nice, thank you. On special days like birthdays I tend to think about the past. I think about things I have done and people I have known, stuff like that. Well, on this birthday, and probably most birthdays, I was thinking about my Ma.
She didn’t like being called Ma, at least not in the beginning. I was the only one who called her that and I did it because it drove her crazy. The name did grow on her after a while and when I stopped calling her Ma she wanted to know if I was mad at her. Go figure. So for ever after I called her Ma just so she would know I wasn’t mad.
This post isn’t about that. It’s about a tradition of hers. She had lots of little quirky things she said and did. This one was kind of cute and it relates to birthdays. See there was a reason for the first paragraph.
Anyway, when a baby is celebrating birthday #1 three things are put on the table in front of the baby, a bible, some money, and a bottle of beer. The first thing that the baby grabs for is said to tell who the baby will grow up to be. If the bible is chosen the child will grow up to be kind and loving and good. Those that choose the money will be successful and…rich. The baby that goes for the bottle of beer will be a fun person and a live and let live sort.
I have been told one of my brothers went for the beer and the other for the money. Me? I just put my chubby little arms out and scooped them all up!