Suddenly, things got real for Oda Mae. She believed she really had “the gift”.
But what about the others? We’ve all seen them at carnivals, resorts, vacation spots; or my personal childhood favorite, on the Boardwalk at the Atlantic shore.
Fortunes Told. Tarot Cards. Spiritualist. Medium. Palms Read.
Some are drawn in for entertainment value, usually persuaded by friends or family. Alcohol might be involved.
Some avoid them completely, citing personal or religious objection, or fear of the unknown.
Some take it seriously. I found a group like this years ago, in a small non-denominational church in rural Michigan.
They hosted a monthly spiritual conference. About 20 practitioners would be invited to consult with guests who paid a $10. admission fee. It was well known. Hundreds showed up.
I went on a dare.
It was quite a scene. Folks who were regulars would line up to see their favorites; the most popular psychic, a native American with Chippewa roots. I moved along to a woman with no special affectations.
She took my hands, palms up, paused and said simply, ” I see you on a beach with 2 small children. There is a husband, but he is not with you. You take great energy from the ocean, and will seek to return on many occasions. ” Exact words.
So odd that I remember those words. I was in my mid 20’s, married, career, 2 small dogs, no interest in motherhood. I was sure. And living in land-locked Michigan.
Fast forward about 10 years. We had moved to Maryland, close to the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. It was June. There were signs everywhere for Eastern Shore corn; I crossed the bridge to seek out the freshest stuff.
We had driven a while when I saw it.
Ocean City- 82 miles.
My kids were sound asleep in their car seats. I could do it. They would sleep through the whole trip.
So there we ended up… 2 small children and myself, a crazy mother pushing a stroller through the hot sand on a 95 degree day at the beach.
I never did get that corn.
On the trip home, I remembered the fortune teller from Michigan, and smiled.