Ann
12-13-2002, 10:12 AM
Happy Lucia everyone!!!! Oh, and "happy" friday the 13th too ;)
For those of you who don't know what Lucia is, here's an explanation:
The myth I heard first and the one I personally like the best is that Lucia was a young girl in Sicily during the 300 A.D. She would secretly go with candles everynight to the slaves who were kept in dark pits to bring them some light and warmth in their miserably lives. Soldiers found her out though and stuck her eyes out; dooming her to forever wander in darkness. So each year we light tons of candles and do a lot of other stuff to celebrate her memory and make everything bright for her.
But the "historical" myth is that Lucia was a rich and secret Christian (it was forbidden to be a Christian before 313 A.D.), she was betrothed to a young man and was supposed to be of great beauty; especially her sparkling eyes. One dau her mother got sick so they traveled to a temple and prayed to saint Agatha (the one who got her breasts cut off) and her mom was miracolously cured. Lucia got so happy that she gave away all her money to the poor. Her husband-to-be got showed his true colors and got very mad, and reported her to the Roman emperor for being a Christian. When Lucia heard of this she stucked out her eyes since he had fallen for her beauty; she didn't want to be pretty anymore when it was just such a shallow thing, but she instantly saw again and this miracle made her a Catholic saint later on. Anyways, the soldiers then came for her and she was to be placed in a whore house to learn how her God didn't care about her and all that, but no matter how much the soldiers tried to take her there she wouldn't budge. So they tied her with rope and tried to pull her but that didn't work either. 1000 soldiers were called in to pull and that still didn't help. Then 1000 pair of oxes were to pull her but that still didn't help. So then someone poured urine all over here (supposed to hurt witches or some shit like that) but that didn't matter to her either. Then her husband-to-be got so mad that he rammed her in the throat with his sword and so she died, on December the 3rd 304 A.D.
*fingers hurts from typing so much*
For those of you who don't know what Lucia is, here's an explanation:
The myth I heard first and the one I personally like the best is that Lucia was a young girl in Sicily during the 300 A.D. She would secretly go with candles everynight to the slaves who were kept in dark pits to bring them some light and warmth in their miserably lives. Soldiers found her out though and stuck her eyes out; dooming her to forever wander in darkness. So each year we light tons of candles and do a lot of other stuff to celebrate her memory and make everything bright for her.
But the "historical" myth is that Lucia was a rich and secret Christian (it was forbidden to be a Christian before 313 A.D.), she was betrothed to a young man and was supposed to be of great beauty; especially her sparkling eyes. One dau her mother got sick so they traveled to a temple and prayed to saint Agatha (the one who got her breasts cut off) and her mom was miracolously cured. Lucia got so happy that she gave away all her money to the poor. Her husband-to-be got showed his true colors and got very mad, and reported her to the Roman emperor for being a Christian. When Lucia heard of this she stucked out her eyes since he had fallen for her beauty; she didn't want to be pretty anymore when it was just such a shallow thing, but she instantly saw again and this miracle made her a Catholic saint later on. Anyways, the soldiers then came for her and she was to be placed in a whore house to learn how her God didn't care about her and all that, but no matter how much the soldiers tried to take her there she wouldn't budge. So they tied her with rope and tried to pull her but that didn't work either. 1000 soldiers were called in to pull and that still didn't help. Then 1000 pair of oxes were to pull her but that still didn't help. So then someone poured urine all over here (supposed to hurt witches or some shit like that) but that didn't matter to her either. Then her husband-to-be got so mad that he rammed her in the throat with his sword and so she died, on December the 3rd 304 A.D.
*fingers hurts from typing so much*