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Friday, November 28

The Maloik (Malocchio)

While not Italian in origin, many Italians believe in il malocchio (often pronounced "maloik." Part superstition, part tradition, it is the belief in the evil eye, placed on someone when someone else is jealous or envious of their good luck. The malocchio then manifests itself in some sort of misfortune onto the cursed person.

It can also be done involuntarily, like when you see a beautiful baby and you compliment the parent. That could be construed as envy and the parent must then say something like "God bless her" right after it to ward off a possible malocchio, many believing that even though the compliment may have sounded sincere, its real motive was envy. That's why my cousin made me put a red ribbon over the threshold of my new home and told me to throw salt out of all the doors- to protect us from envious people. The person who gives the evil eye is not necessarily, but does indeed harbour jealousy.

One can also ward it off by wearing a horn (cornuto) around the neck

or making a gesture with your hand (mano cornuta)(which you may know from heavy metal concerts.) It is said that Italian men wear the cornuto to protect their genitalia form the malocchio, as the curse is said to harm sperm.

I can't say that I believe or disbelieve the malocchio and I only have one indirect experience with it...

When my mom was in her twenties, she got a great job with the government. Soon after, she began getting terrible headaches that aspirin would not relieve. She suffered with them intermittently for a few weeks when it dawned on my litte Sigi grandmother what the problem was.

"Someone gave you the maloik. (malocchio)."
"You're crazy. Who would do that?" my mom responded, not telling her she was crazy for believing in it, but, rather, for thinking someone would put the curse on her.
"Who knows? You have that nice job now- someone is jealous and put it on you."
"Nobody is jealous of me."
"I want you to go see the strega down the street."
The local strega, or witch, was known to be capable of removing the horrible malocchio.
"I'm not going to the strega. Forget about it. The headaches will go away."
My grandmother never mentioned the malocchio again to my mother.

About a week after the strega conversation, my mom could not find her watch when she was getting readsy for work. She asked my grandmother if she had seen it but she had not. My mom, a very organized and detail-oriented individual (you say anal, I say detail-oriented) who never misplaces anything, was disturbed by the missing watch. She looked everywhere for it and finally resigned herself to the fact that it must have slipped off to or from work. The stress only contributed to her constant headaches. (Knowing my mom like I do, I don't for a minute believe that she accepted that her watch was gone, and she probably continued to search for it for at least 24 hours more.)

A few days later my mom woke up and found her watch on her bureau. She put it on and asked my grandmother how it got there. My grandmother told her she didn't know.
When she got home from work she grilled my grandmother about the watch.

"Are you sure you didn't borrow it and not put it back?"
"Bah, why do I need a watch? I don't go anywhere!"
"Did Daddy find it and put it in my room."
"I don't think so. So... how are your headaches?"
"Funny, I didn't get one today?"
My sigi grandmother smiled but did not say anything.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I took your watch to the strega since you wouldn't go yourself. She took off the malocchio."
"Mom!" she yelled
"It worked, didn't it?"
My mom didn't know what to say to that. It was more troubling to her that someone had put the malocchio on her then the fact that there was a Sicilian witch living on their street who claimed to be able to both curse and remove curses.


How did the strega allegedly remove the malocchio. Probably by inserting the tip of a needle into the eye of another needle while saying: “Occhi e contro e perticelli agli occhi, crepa la invida e schiattono gli occhi." That means “Eyes against eyes and the holes of the eyes, envy cracks and eyes burst.” She then dropped the needles on top of three drops of olive oil in water and sprinkled three pinches of salt into the water. The strega would then jab scissors into the water through the oil three times and cut the air above the bowl three times and POOF! The spell was FINITO!

Word of the Day- Moondondies

Well, it's going down to 22 degrees tonight here in PA and on my way past a department store it ocurred to me that I had not bought the kids their "moondondies" for the season.

Moondondies are necessary for living here in the North. If you have to shovel snow, they are indespensable and I always make sure the kids have theirs on before they go out to play in the snow. Since we try not to rack up a $300 monthly heating bill, we keep the heat at 69 or 70 degrees at night, which for some people is still pretty high, but I can't sleep when my nose is cold. The master bedroom has a tray ceiling and the heat goes up there so it's chilly. That makes moondondies very important, if not very, very sexy.



Moondondies, if you have not figured it out yet, are long johns. I remember growing up when my parents would announce the impending cold snap just by saying "Better go put your moondondies on!" It was a while until I actually knew the correct word, and I'll admit, until tonight I was unaware of the correct spelling- mutandoni. (Moo-tahn-doan-ee)

So now my kids have their moondondies and I have unpacked mine from the attic (Cuddlduds work very nicely) so we are officially ready to freeze our coolies off. Bring it on!


Wednesday, November 12

Lucky Me

Yesterday my mom underwent surgery to remove an aortic abdominal anuerysm, which she came out of successfully. An anuerysm is potentially fatal; the fatality occurs when the anuerysm ruptures. If you don't remember your biology, the aorta is the largest artery in your body, and it carries oxygen-rich blood pumped out of, or away from, your heart. Your aorta runs through your chest, where it is called the thoracic aorta. When it reaches your abdomen, it is called the abdominal aorta. An anuerysm under 2 inches is monitored to see if it grows. When it gets larger, it must be removed. My mom's was 4 inches.

So I am lucky today because my mom was not taken from me because of the AAA and also because seven years ago, God also gave my dad a second chance when doctors accidentally found his AAA and removed it. He was only the 29th person in the country to undergo a new procedure to remove the anuerysm.

Others are not that lucky. Some 200,000 people in the US have an AAA and 15,000 people have a life-threatening AAA. Now I have to be monitored for one, because my chances increased with one immediate relative and now I have two.

How do you know if you have an AAA?

--A pulsing feeling in your abdomen, similar to a heartbeat
--Severe, sudden pain in your abdomen or lower back. If this is the case, your aneurysm may be about to burst. Get to a hospital immediately.



Factors that increase risk of having an AAA

--Being a man older than 60 years
--Having an immediate relative, such as a mother or brother, who has had AAA
--Having high blood pressure
--Smoking


Both of my parents smoked. My dad smoked for 21 years and my mom smoked for 55. Both quit cold turkey for health reasons- my mom quit on the day she found out about her AAA. Is it any wonder I am so rabidly anti-smoker, especially towards those I care about? No, you may not get cancer, which although it ravages the body and is painful to endure and watch someone endure, it at least allows you time to say goodbye to your loved ones. But from smoking you could get an AAA which most people have no symptoms of until it bursts, and then die immediately. That leaves your children, your family and friends no time to say goodbye to you nor you to them.

The surgery involves a stent which replaces the damaged part of the aorta. Both of my parents had an endovascular stent graft which goes through two small incisions in the groin instead of the more invasive surgery through the abdomen. Recovery is 2 to 3 days.



So with Thanksgiving a few weeks away, I have a lot to be thankful for- two parents who had good doctors who saved their lives and friends who prayed for my mom this week and who called and emailed me to check on her. I wish everyone with an AAA could recognize early symptoms or catch it by accident like my parents did (they both had other complaints when the AAA was found) and survive.