There is a long and interesting story to this St. Joseph statue. When we bought our house, the realtor had buried a statue of St. Joseph outside. There is a story that if you want to move you bury a statue of St. Joseph with his head pointing the the direction that you want to move. Our realtor originally did this in one of the pots on the deck. The owner kept turning the pots and the house wasn’t selling-for months. When the realtor discovered that she buried it outside on the hill next to the house. That was the weekend before we walked in and bought the house within two days.
After the sale, the realtor went out to retrieve the statue but couldn’t find it. Two years later, on the exact day that my neighbor died (he was Jewish) we find the statue sitting on our deck next to a flower pot. Its just the kind of thing Y. would have done with his quirky sense of humor. Somehow in the process the baby’s head has been broken off.
Today the statue sits in a bowl on the middle of our dining room table.
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