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Rabbit, Rabbit


When I woke up this foggy April morning, the first words out of my mouth were "Rabbit, Rabbit."

Doing this on the first day of the month insures good luck, protection from evil, and a surprise gift before the month is through.  I thought it was very appropriate, with the Easter celebration just yesterday.

I managed to live many years without being aware of this phenomena.  I was first introduced to it by Alabama storyteller Kathryn Tucker Windham, who swore by its accuracy. Large families have told me their house echos with "Rabbit, Rabbit" as each family member wakes up.

Wikipedia says the saying originated in England in the 1800s, but I think it must have been much earlier than that.  In fact, I'm thinking the early immigrants from England brought it over with them, because the people who practice it most are descendants of those first settlers.  It is possibly connected to the fable about a rabbit's foot being lucky.  I don't know about that, but for some reason, we all had a rabbit's foot key chain when we were kids.

If you are just waking up and haven't spoken yet, go ahead and yell "Rabbit, Rabbit" and see if it works for you.  If you have already said "Good Morning" to someone, you will just have to take your chances with fate until next month.


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