When I was in elementary school, one of my readers had a story that if you see a white horse you are supposed to spit in your right hand, make a wish, and then hit your spitted hand with your left fist. My Mother, being an avid bingo player, was not one to let any opportunity that might enhance her chances of winning the jackpot slip past.

So, every week on the way to the bingo hall, my parents would pass the same pasture with a white horse in it, and without fail, right as clockwork, my Mother would perform her weekly "spit, smack and make a wish" ritual. My Father would always rise his right arm to shield himself from any wishful spittle, and would complain that Mother would have to wash the windshield if she kept up her ritual.

Both Mother and Father have passed on, and no, I do not spit, smack and wish when I see a white horse, however seeing one does bring back fond memories though. Thank you for the refresher. --Cynthia