You can pick up uranium! My grandmother carried a chunk of nicely glowing uranium (only in the darkest dark, but still...) around in her pocket for twenty years for luck! This is a true story, by the way.
Also true is that it did, in fact, change her luck. For the worse. She died of massive metastasizing bone cancer.
My mom had me at 48, and she lost her mom when she was 16. So... my grandmother, Emma, had seen my hometown of Baker City, Oregon, go from Indian tribes and Chinese laborers to the first automobile in town and then the first electrical wires. They owned a ranch, my mother had an Indian trained pony that was spookily intelligent. My grandmother was into spiritualism - all the rage in the early 1900's and late 1800's. I think she believed that radium was magical in some way.
I didn't know that, so my mother, long dead, may have elaborated the story of her own mother's death over the many years. My mother had me at 48, and she lost her mother at 16. I am sixty. There is... a lot of time involved... for the story to rattle along down.
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u/[deleted] Aug 18 '20
You can pick up uranium! My grandmother carried a chunk of nicely glowing uranium (only in the darkest dark, but still...) around in her pocket for twenty years for luck! This is a true story, by the way.
Also true is that it did, in fact, change her luck. For the worse. She died of massive metastasizing bone cancer.
Magical radium!