Well, let me tell you about them eclipses in 1989, the year my old hen, Bess, stopped laying eggs. I don’t know nothin’ about all that fancy astrology stuff, but I do remember things happenin’ around them times. Eclipses, they’re kinda like when the sun or the moon gets shy and hides for a bit. Scary stuff if you ain’t used to it.
Now, in 1989, there were a few of them hiders. I heard some folks callin’ them “solar” and “lunar.” Solar, that’s when the sun goes dark in the daytime. Lunar, that’s when the moon gets swallowed up at night. I ain’t sure which was which, but I remember it gettin’ dark when it shouldn’t have been. Made the chickens go all quiet, and that ain’t natural.
Them city folks, they got all excited about it. Drove out to the country with their fancy telescopes and whatnots. Me? I just sat on the porch and watched. Didn’t need no fancy gadgets to see the sky gettin’ all weird.
I heard some folks sayin’ somethin’ about eclipses happenin’ in cycles. Like, every so many years, the same thing happens all over again. Somethin’ about a “Saros” cycle, they called it. Sounded like somethin’ outta a book to me. All I know is, when them eclipses came around, things felt different. More jumpy, like somethin’ was about to change.
Some say eclipses bring change. New beginnings, they call it for the solar ones. Like plantin’ new seeds in the spring. And for the lunar ones? Endin’s, they say. Like harvestin’ time when you gotta let go of what you grew all summer. I ain’t sure about all that, but I do know that 1989 was a year of changes, big and small.
- My neighbor’s boy, Billy, he finally got hitched. Took him long enough, that lazy bum.
- The old oak tree down by the creek got struck by lightnin’. Split right down the middle, it did.
- And Bess, well, she stopped layin’ eggs. Guess she was just gettin’ too old for that kinda work.
Now, I heard some folks talkin’ about how these eclipses affect your “zodiac sign.” Somethin’ about stars and birth dates and all that. I was born in the summer, don’t rightly know the exact day, but it was hot, I do know that. Apparently, that means somethin’ to these astrology folks. They say if an eclipse happens around your birthday, somethin’ big is gonna happen in your life. Well, maybe that’s why Bess stopped layin’ eggs. She was born in the spring, though.
They got these charts, you know? Fancy lookin’ things with circles and lines and symbols. They say it tells you where the eclipses are gonna fall in your life. What areas gonna change, what things you gotta watch out for. I never did put much stock in that stuff, myself. Life’s got enough surprises without lookin’ for trouble.
But I tell you what, them eclipses, they do make you think. Make you wonder about the big ol’ universe out there and how it all fits together. Make you appreciate the simple things, like a sunny day and a hen that lays good eggs. Or a moon that’s full and bright in the night sky, not hidin’ behind nothin’.
So, them eclipses of 1989? They were somethin’ alright. A bit of darkness, a bit of light, and a whole lot of changin’. Just like life, I guess. You gotta take the good with the bad, the dark with the light. And you gotta keep on goin’, even when the sun goes hidin’ or the moon disappears.
I remember people talking about it for weeks after, wonderin’ what it all meant. Some folks thought it was a sign of good luck, some thought it was a bad omen. Me? I just figured it was the sky doin’ its thing. Ain’t no use worryin’ about stuff you can’t control. Just gotta keep on livin’, one day at a time.
And that’s all I gotta say about them eclipses. They came, they went, and life went on. Just like it always does. Maybe them astrology folks know somethin’ I don’t, but I reckon livin’ a good life is more about hard work and common sense than it is about stars and planets. But then again, what do I know? I’m just an old woman who misses her egg-layin’ hen.
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