My appeal for volunteers during the keynote speech at this year's Weird Weekend was answered by an enthusiastic young couple Tim and Graidi Taylor-Rose. Every other sunday they wind their way to Woolsery and do CFZstuff that has been long overdue to be done. This includes going through nearly a century's worth of the Transactions of the Devonshire Association which are on loan to the CFZ from our old pal Lionel Beer...
Transactions of the Devonshire Association 1953
Folklore 50th report.
Theo Brown
P220 BLACK MAGIC
Miss M. E. Abbott of Westward Ho! has sent these instances of ‘left-handed ’ magic:
Braunton. Perhaps three years ago. Told by an old inhabitant. A man had a grudge against another. He went to his enemy’s cottage. While he was talking to him, a young cockerel appeared in front of him, walking down the path. He only looked at it. The cock fluttered and fell dead.
A woman made a wax image of someone she did not like, stuck it full of pins, put it in the old fashioned chimney piece. The person it represented was seized with violent pains, and I think (am not sure) died as the image melted away.
To these may be added this remarkable case recorded by the Rev. H. Fulford Williams, M.A., B.D:
In 1896, a man at Sourton was committed to trial by the local magistrate for sheep stealing. His wife cursed the court, and told the magistrate " You black-nosed old devil. You’ll be dead in a week; and further, no one connected with the case shall die in their beds or live ten years."
Within a week one magistrate dropped dead talking to his bailiff in his own field, and was left to lie until the doctor came from Okehampton, who persuaded - with the local
constable’s help - three labourers to carry the body up to the manor.
The other magistrate committed suicide. The farmer who had prosecuted knocked over a lamp after market day and was burnt to death, and the clerk to the magistrates
dropped from his cycle outside Okehampton.
Note: Since reading this Report at Plymouth, I have received much information from relatives of the victims of this case and will quote this in a future Report.
Sunday, 9 October 2011
EVIL CURSING IN BUCKS CROSS
My appeal for volunteers during the keynote speech at this year's Weird Weekend was answered by an enthusiastic young couple Tim and Graidi Taylor-Rose. Every other sunday they wind their way to Woolsery and do CFZstuff that has been long overdue to be done. This includes going through nearly a century's worth of the Transactions of the Devonshire Association which are on loan to the CFZ from our old pal Lionel Beer...
Transactions of the Devonshire Association 1953
Folklore 50th report.
Theo Brown
P220 BLACK MAGIC
Miss M. E. Abbott of Westward Ho! has sent these instances of ‘left-handed ’ magic:
Bucks Mills. Told me some years ago by a person who had lived for 15 years in Bucks Mills and it had happened in her lifetime. A woman - people were afraid of her had a strange power. If anyone annoyed her she went out on the cliff with a horn in her hand. When the person she had a grudge against appeared she blew her horn at him or her. Disaster always followed. Once a man who had the horn blown at him, woke up the next morning with a strange and obscure skin disease, rarely known in this country. The Specialist who, I think, cured it finally, was very puzzled.
These images of bygone Bucks Mills, by the way, have nothing much to do with the story but come courtesy of my adopted sister Kaye Braund-Phillips..
Transactions of the Devonshire Association 1953
Folklore 50th report.
Theo Brown
P220 BLACK MAGIC
Miss M. E. Abbott of Westward Ho! has sent these instances of ‘left-handed ’ magic:
Bucks Mills. Told me some years ago by a person who had lived for 15 years in Bucks Mills and it had happened in her lifetime. A woman - people were afraid of her had a strange power. If anyone annoyed her she went out on the cliff with a horn in her hand. When the person she had a grudge against appeared she blew her horn at him or her. Disaster always followed. Once a man who had the horn blown at him, woke up the next morning with a strange and obscure skin disease, rarely known in this country. The Specialist who, I think, cured it finally, was very puzzled.
These images of bygone Bucks Mills, by the way, have nothing much to do with the story but come courtesy of my adopted sister Kaye Braund-Phillips..
Thursday, 6 October 2011
SORRY TO BE A LITTLE MISLEADING BUT...
We only actually started this blog a few weeks ago, and until this morning there was nothing on it. But, there are about thirty posts here, going back to early 2009. So there are dear reader, so there are, but until this motning they weren't here.
"But how can such a thing be?" I hear you ask, (the more superstitious of you clutching at talismans and muttering prayers beneath your breath, whilst wondering whether such chicanery is proof of dark forces at work). The answer, however, is simple.
We have been running a highly succesful CFZ Blog Network for some years, and when we decided to start this new addition to it, it seemed to make sense to copy sopme of the earlier entries from the main CFZ Blog which were partly or wholly about High Strangeness in North Devon. So we did, and it is not beyond the bounds of possibility that more will follow soon.....
"But how can such a thing be?" I hear you ask, (the more superstitious of you clutching at talismans and muttering prayers beneath your breath, whilst wondering whether such chicanery is proof of dark forces at work). The answer, however, is simple.
We have been running a highly succesful CFZ Blog Network for some years, and when we decided to start this new addition to it, it seemed to make sense to copy sopme of the earlier entries from the main CFZ Blog which were partly or wholly about High Strangeness in North Devon. So we did, and it is not beyond the bounds of possibility that more will follow soon.....
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