GUNDELLA SAYS

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Witch Watch: Wedded bliss: Folklore is a sure way to the altar

Redford Observer, June 5, 1975 (enlarge)
Wedding traditions and superstitions go right over my head as a male. However, the last paragraph concerning "shivaree" is interesting enough to pass along. Shivaree, in Gundella's words goes something like this:

In the middle of the night everyone would go to the place where the bridal pair were sleeping and make loud noise by banging tin pans together, beating kettles with spoons, ringing cow bells, blowing horns, and whooping and yelling until the bride and groom appeared at the window and threw them candy, tobacco or coins. Nobody I've met here in the suburbs seems to know this custom, and it's no longer practiced even in my home town.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Come to the witch's party

The Times Herald, October 28, 1973
Seven years and a few days after locating the first article which mentioned this Halloween party attended by Gundella, I find this piece by Ellen Allardyce of the Port Huron Times Herald, which describes more happenings and participants from it. It's a pretty good read.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Witch Watch: Revelations in dreams has biblical significance

Redford Observer, May 22, 1975 (enlarge)
I'm probably one of the least qualified bloggers on the several subjects presented here: dreams, psychic power, religion and the Bible but since nobody else has picked up the mantle to document Gundella's legacy I'll do it just sans commentary. The article itself will do the speaking. But if you are looking for the follow-up article mentioned at the end just click here. Thus wraps up May of 1975 as far as Witch Watch is concerned.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

A Victorian Shade from Michigan Haunts and Hauntings

I picked this story from Marion's book Michigan Haunts and Hauntings as a pre-Halloween treat neither for its scare factor-ability nor its depth of story-telling but because it is very brief and easy to type out. It details the haunting of a house in Detroit's Indian Village by what Gundella calls a shade and not a ghost. This shade is a woman and she is in mourning. For what nobody knows but she descends the stairway sobbing and only stops at the bottom step to wipe the tears from her face before disappearing down the hallway towards the butler's pantry.

One of the seances mentioned in the story was conducted by Gundella, and covered by the Detroit Free Press Weekend Magazine in a 1983 article which I have previously posted, but it proved unsuccessful as apparently have all such conjurings within the house. Within the story there are other mentions of incidents besides the crying woman. It's a decent read with a rather blah ending but Gundella wasn't about to host a sham seance where voices and trumpets screamed out into the silent darkness.

I read on a haunting website that the woman supposedly died in a fire but there was no source given for that notion.


A VICTORIAN SHADE

On the lower east side of Detroit, not far from the Belle Isle Bridge, stands a neighborhood of beautiful historic homes known as Indian Villiage. One of these houses, a fine old Victorian mansion from the 1890s, is haunted. Not by a ghost, but by a shade.

An attractive woman about 40 years old with thick brown hair pulled severely back and twisted into a knot at the back of her neck suddenly appears at the top of the stairway. She is wearing a tight-waisted long grey dress with a white collar and white cuffs. She is crying mournfully into a blue lace handkerchief. Slowly she descends the stairs and stops for a moment at the bottom step to wipe her eyes. Then she abruptly turns to the right and walks down the hall to the butler's pantry where she disappears.

Over the past 27 years (and perhaps much longer), everyone who has lived in that house on Seminole Street has seen her as have many of the guests who have visited the house. Who she is, why she is crying, and what has become of her, no one knows. She never talks.

Attempts to communicate with her through seances always fail, for she is not really a ghost. She is a shade acting out a scene from the past, a scene destined to be played out for all eternity.

Monday, October 16, 2017

The Coven, The Queen and the Witch Dyed Green

Minneapolis Tribune, October 31, 1975
Having such an exquisite title belies the fact that this post is going to be very brief and uninformative. Mainly because I have no other information on the program "The Coven, the Queen and the Witch Dyed Green" which aired in Minneapolis on Friday, October 31, 1975 and a few days prior in the Detroit area. I gave the nod to the Minnesota program because I uncovered it first and due to the fact that the Detroit listing added nothing to the conversation.

As for Lady Sheba: I have not looked into her but I'm assuming that since she was from Florida that Marcello Truzzi had something to do with their coming together. Hopefully this program pops up on YouTube at some point and provides some interesting video of the witches doing what they do.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Witch Watch: Grandma Thornton's valentine forecasted landing on moon

Redford Observer, May 15, 1975 (enlarge)
When I saw the name Grandma Thornton I fretted that she was some mystic that I needed to research in depth so as to not sound more ignorant on witchcraft than I already do. Luckily, she was just Marion's actual grandmother. Though majestic she may have been--she used to make fairy butter for birthdays so she must have been pretty damn majestic--she is not an historical figure outside of having appeared in her granddaughter's newspaper column.

This column delves into the essence of our ubiquitous moon. Grandma Thornton believed in the power of the moon and wanted to visit it herself. She gave Gundella a Valentine from 1935 which featured a crescent with two people climbing up to touch its horns. It was her long held belief that man would someday visit it.

Whether waxing or waning, inspiring love or magic, it is a mysterious thing. Personally, I think it is hollow and holds the power to subjugate a la David Icke but I'm crazy as bat guano.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Witch Watch: Avoid turtle dove entrapment to get lover, advises Gundella

Redford Observer, May 1, 1975 (enlarge)
Gundella shoots down all sorts of malarkey in this edition of WW. One woman confused a spell for a turtle or a dove and asked the witchy one whether she should put the tongue of either in her mouth when she kisses a potential suitor to ensure everlasting love. Gundella told her that there was a spell for neither and that the proper one, for a turtle dove's tongue, would be so repulsive to any man that he would never kiss her again. She suggested using the hair-of-the-head spell and a Certs. Good advice.

Another woman named Margaret wrote to Gundella asking what sort of magic she could conjure with her lover's dirty socks. Wash them, suggested the good witch. More good advice.

A third lady, Ann G., asked for a spell to rid her of a suitor. To which Gundella advised all spell casters to know what they really wanted before asking for eternal devotion from another. A Rubber Egg Spell to break the will of a pursuer was given:

RUBBER EGG SPELL

Soak a raw egg from a black hen in vinegar for 36 hours, then remove it from the vinegar. Wash it in water from a mountain spring. The shell will rub off, leaving a brown, rubber-like egg.

Name this egg with the name of the person you wish to discourage, place it in a small jar of water and carry it with you for three days.

Then remove it from the the water and say, "Billy (or whatever the name of the person is), I am tired of having you with me."

Hold the egg two inches from the table top and drop it lightly. It will bounce. Say "Don't bounce back."

Roll it across the floor, saying, "Don't roll with the punches. I have tired of you."

Go to the door and throw this egg out as far from you as you can, making sure it doesn't bounce back on your property. He will bother you no more.

Finally, John L. wrote to ask if Gundella practiced white or black magic. To which she responded that neither existed as good or bad and the deed depended on the witch's intent, similar to a knife in the wrong or right hand.