Do you know about Brigid’s cross? We have one in our living room. Our daughter made it when she studied in
Ireland a couple of years ago and presented it to us as a Christmas gift. While it was a thoughtful gift, I suspect it
was more for her than for us. Brigid’s
cross, you see, is said to protect the home from fire. When our daughter was four years old, she
began to worry about home fires.
Note: the rubber bands are not traditional fastenings! |
It was Halloween. We
had friends with a daughter the same age who lived on a rural road outside
town. They brought their little girl to
our house to go trick or treating with our children. (Our son was only one year old, so he doesn’t
remember this at all.) I stayed home to
answer the door and hand out candy while the others went on their rounds.
The Halloween of the fire -- how appropriate that she was dressed as a devil. |
“No,” I told him firmly.
“You can’t move the car. It’s
going to blow up.” Sure enough, in a
couple of minutes, the fire hit the gas tank, and a ball of flame shot out of
the garage into the dark night. About
that time, I figured I better check on the little darlings. I walked in to find our daughter sitting right
in front of a large picture window watching the fire, which had really flared
up with the gas tank explosion. The
window faced directly onto the neighbors’ garage. With visions of shattering glass in my head, I
snatched her away and hustled both children cattycorner across the street to another
house. Our picture window did not
shatter, but a second floor window above did crack from the heat.
I don’t know if I was overly exuberant in my snatching, but
ever since, our daughter has been a little wary of fire. Not terrified or obsessive about it, but
she does emphasize that she never wants an attached garage on her house. And she certainly did latch onto the
symbolism of Brigid’s cross. That’s fine
with me. As talismans go, it’s quite a
charming one.
On the living room hutch doors, protecting my flow blue china from fire. |