{"id":5506,"date":"2019-04-26T06:40:21","date_gmt":"2019-04-26T10:40:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/?p=5506"},"modified":"2019-04-26T06:40:21","modified_gmt":"2019-04-26T10:40:21","slug":"a-homemade-superstition","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2019\/04\/a-homemade-superstition\/","title":{"rendered":"A Homemade Superstition"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I recently turned 84, and I\u2019m not happy about it. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s not that I mind being old. My problem is that my dad died when he was 84, and it\u2019s in the back of my mind that I might too.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I\u2019m not the only one who feels this way. Friends tell me that they have half-expected to breathe their last at the same age as a parent who died. We share a kind of homemade superstition: we didn\u2019t absorb it from the culture, we invented it for ourselves. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The first time I experienced it, I was 14. I\u2019d been named for my father\u2019s sister, who died of complications from strep throat at 14, and I wondered whether the same thing would happen to me. The prospect didn\u2019t scare me\u2014I didn\u2019t really think it was likely, and anyway I was a teenager, so deep down I felt immortal. I did develop strep throat that year, but I survived it thanks to modern antibiotics. I felt vindicated: I\u2019d been partly right and I\u2019d lived to brag about it. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The second time I was faced with a family expiration date, my mother was the model. She died at 50. I don\u2019t remember actually worrying about whether I\u2019d make 51, but it was a relief to get there. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For many people, this kind of superstition is, I think, on a par with carrying a rabbit\u2019s foot when you\u2019re a kid or playing your lucky number repeatedly in the lottery as an adult. You sort of believe in what you\u2019re doing and you sort of don\u2019t. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So at 84, I feel as if my life has acquired a deadline once again, though rationally I realize that if I kick the bucket during the next year, it will be a coincidence, not fate. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Still, the possibility is there at the back of my mind. But so is the possibility that I\u2019ll reach 85 with an especially good reason to celebrate, much as I did when I turned 15 and 51.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I recently turned 84, and I\u2019m not happy about it. It\u2019s not that I mind being old. My problem is that my dad died when he was 84, and it\u2019s in the back of my mind that I might too.<span class=\"ellipsis\">&hellip;<\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2019\/04\/a-homemade-superstition\/\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">A Homemade Superstition<\/span><span class=\"meta-nav\"> &#8250;<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<p><!-- end of .read-more --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":5507,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_FSMCFIC_featured_image_caption":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_nocaption":"1","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_hide":null,"footnotes":""},"categories":[79,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5506","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog","category-voices-views"],"cc_featured_image_caption":{"caption_text":"","source_text":"","source_url":""},"wps_subtitle":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5506","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5506"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5506\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5509,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5506\/revisions\/5509"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5507"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5506"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5506"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5506"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}