Tuesday: Throwing Pennies In A Fountain

Yesterday I took my children to the local mall to grab an ice cream and sit by the fountain. The tranquil sound of the water as it splashed onto itself had my three year old so excited that he tried numerous attempts to get in there. Finally, my husband and I were able to satiate him by offering him a penny. I have three children, two pennies and a dime. I explained that he should wish really hard and throw it in.

He closed his eyes, squinted the wish and tossed the penny into the fountain. He would not tell me his wish. My little two year old twins attempted the same thing. Their coins however did not move as far as their older brother. I was tempted to throw a coin in as well, but I attempted to piggyback on my dime that should have equated to ten wishes.

Call it a wishing well, and think what you will. We have been wishing on stars and more for centuries.

The Germanic and Celtic peoples considered springs and wells sacred places.[1] Sometimes the places were marked with wooden statues possibly of the god associated with the pool. Germanic peoples were known to throw the armour and weapons of defeated enemies into bogs and other pools of water as offerings to their gods.[2][3]

A Wishing Well in Barrmill, Scotland.

Water was seen to have healing powers and therefore wells became popular with many people drinking, bathing or just simply wishing over it. People believe that the guardians or dwellers of the well would grant them their wish if they paid a price. After uttering the wish, one would generally drop coins in the well. That wish would then be granted by the guardian or dweller, based upon how the coin would land at the bottom of the well. Traditionally coins were made of copper or silver and had biocidal properties which kept the water from going sour (bacteria produces various acidic compounds which affect the taste, notably Hydrogen sulfide). It was thus lucky to throw coins in the well.

I threw the dimes in because I am finally writing on my own. I am no longer beholden to a stagnant paper, where the pay is low. I am forging my own way and bringing my family with me. I hope that the dime covers my single thought over and over ten times to the ancient gods and the history of the fountain.

“Let it work! Let them be happy! Let us be healthy!”

Great Tuesday-