quick brew time.....
hiya SL...hey your doing well with the runnig well done you..was it run and walk or 2.4 then 1.6?awfy gled tae hear nae neeps wuz injured(or tatties fur that metter)in the making of the pumpkins.here you go..
Halloween tradition from Ireland that you can spot on porches all over the United States on Oct. 31 -- the jack-o'-lantern.
Like most folklore, the history of the jack-o'-lantern varies a little bit depending on who's telling the story. But all stories involve a clever drunkard that pulls one over on the devil. Legend has it, in 18th-century Ireland, a foul-mouthed drunk and disreputable miser named Stingy Jack asked the devil to go have a drink with him. The devil obliged and when the bill came, there was that awkward moment that we're all so familiar with. Jack expected the devil to take care of things, and the devil thought Jack should pony up. Seeing as how Jack had no money anyway, he convinced the devil to turn himself into a six pence coin to pay the bill. The devil fell for it and Jack skipped on the bill and kept the devil at bay by sliding the coin into his pocket to lay at rest beside a silver cross.
The devil was stuck in Jack's pocket, trapped by the cross, but Jack decided to be a good egg and let him out, providing that the devil wouldn't come after Jack for a period of one to 10 years, depending on who you ask. The devil had no choice but to agree and once the coin was removed, he turned himself back into the devil and went on his not-so-merry way. At the end of the agreed upon timeframe, the devil found Jack for a little payback. Somehow, Jack convinced him to climb a tree in search of an apple for Jack before they set off for hell. The horned one once again obliged, only to see Jack carve a cross into the tree trunk, and leaving the beast stranded again.
Jack must have felt bad, because he agreed to let the devil down if he promised to never claim his soul for Hell. The devil was caught between a rock and hard place once again, so he agreed. When Jack died, St. Peter rejected him at the pearly gates because of his suspect credentials. The devil wouldn't and couldn't let Jack in to hell, per their agreement at the tree. In the end, Jack was given a lump of burning coal by the devil to light his way through purgatory. Jack carried the coal inside a hollowed out turnip.
Irish families told the tale and began to put carved out turnips in their windows to prevent Stingy Jack and other ghouls from entering the home. Some had scary faces carved into them to frighten away any comers. Once the tradition hit the United States, Irish immigrants soon realized that the pumpkin, native to the states, was an ideal fruit for carving. That's why you see jack-o'-lanterns on porches around Halloween.
now wasnt that worth waking up for!!!
hiya pauly...big smile time!!!!!hows you today..did you have a donut yesterday?make sure you do today then
hiya Lav...not fancy Florida then..with a load of "when I "stories?hey we are all as bad!!remember as a kid listening to people..when Iwas in the army..not like that in my day, the world is b.ggered up..remember thinking ..jeez not for me this box of when Is ..and guess where I AM NOW...bbt
have a great day.
hiya ppqp..all ok ..brew time..you go for it boss ..put your foot down with a firm hand!!!have a great weekend.
tt ..you enjoying your jollies?
coupla jokes then offski pour moi
I didn't see much of myself in my newborn daughter until I babysat her last night.
At feeding time I made up a bottle for her. She drank far too much, then burped, threw up and fell asleep.
Now I see the resemblance.
My dad told me that my great grandfather knew the exact hour of the exact day of the exact year he was going to die.
I said, "That's amazing. How the hell did he know all that?"
My dad replied, "The judge told him."
What's the point of doors that have signs on them saying "Please keep closed at all times"
Doesn't that technically make it a wall?
Man goes into Doctors. "I think I've got this bird flu thing that's been going round."
The doctor says, "What makes you think that?"
The man replies, "Well I've starting wearing make up, talking bollocks and I can't park the f.cking car."
I've had many jobs in my time; my most recent though was a Crime Scene Investigator for current and past genocidal activities.
It was only yesterday that I was investigating the mass grave of a thousand snowmen.
Luckily though it turned out to be a carrot field.
Does anyone else think it's really suspicious how newsreaders always seem to know about things happening before anyone else?
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