Haint Blue


When I was growing up, I saw a lot of houses like this, down around where we lived. There was even one that was all blue – roof, walls, porch, chimney. All bright, vibrant blue. It even had blue posts, sunk into the ground at the edges of the property, with silver dollars nailed to the tops.

I always wondered what they were afraid of. Must have been nasty, whatever it was.

Anyway, haints don’t like blue. It’s a fact. Everybody says so.

And that’s why I always wear blue.