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So why is a horseshoe so lucky?

By Staff | Apr 30, 2017

Do you remember forgetting to shut a door when you were a kid, and your parents saying, “What, were you born in a barn? Shut the door.”

I do.

And I always thought they, of all people, should know where I was born, if anyone did.

Of course, I wasn’t born in a barn. But I was born in a zoo.

Well, not really. But I was born in the San Diego Naval Hospital, which is located in beautiful Balboa Park and Balboa Park is also the home to the famous San Diego Zoo. So, technically I was born next door to a zoo.

But, I digress.

While I wasn’t born in a barn, I live in one now. OK, that is not technically correct either. And before my wife gets too upset over having our home called a barn, I had better clarify.

I live where once upon a time a barn was located.

Now, you might think from that statement that I live out in the country someplace, in a house that stands where a barn once did. Or maybe in a house that once was a barn, before it was remodeled.

But, the truth of the matter is, I live on Blue Earth’s Main Street, just a couple of blocks south of the main business district.

My home is located on the northwest corner of Main and 10th Street.

Only in 1879, it wasn’t Main and 10th. It was the corner of Valucia and Douglas streets.

Yes, that is correct. Blue Earth’s Main Street was called Valucia and 10th Street was named Douglas Street.

And for that matter, Ninth Street was Jefferson, Eighth Street was Washington and Seventh Street was South Street.

Don’t ask me why the names were changed later. And don’t ask me when that happened, because I don’t know.

But, those are the names on a map/drawing of Blue Earth that is dated 1879.

And if one looks really close at the drawing to the northwest corner of 10th and Main (I mean Douglas and Valucia), one can see the house located there is not a house. It is a livery stable.

Now, since the drawing includes lots of horses, buggies and wagons going up and down Valucia (Main) Street, then a livery stable certainly makes sense.

But now to the point of this story and yes, there is a point.

While digging in my yard by the side of my driveway, I found a strange object.

It was a really old, really rusty, horseshoe.

Now it is entirely possible it was buried there just a few years ago. Maybe somebody had it hanging in my old garage for good luck, and it fell off the nail and became buried in dirt in the side of the driveway. A little bit unlucky.

But maybe, just maybe, it is a leftover from that old livery stable that was located at the corner of Valucia and Douglas streets in 1879.

That’s what I want to believe, anyway.