Forgive the photography. They didn’t have the lights on in the display cabinet and, even without a flash, I still got a lot of background reflection on the glass.
At first I though it was a rather jolly-looking bottle with its pretty flower and its funny face, but then I read what it really was, and realised that it was anything but jolly. This, my friends, is a witch bottle that was created in about 1650, which, to put it in its context, is about forty years before the Salem Witch Trials got underway.
Back then, in the darker days of the seventeenth century, life was hard, superstition was rife and folk were given to blaming the supernatural whenever they suffered a mishap. Their cow stopped milking. Someone must have used an ungodly incantation to dry up her milk. Their husband seemed to have taken a fancy to the strumpet down the street. Well, there was no question: she'd fed him a love potion. Their horse threw a shoe, and went lame. It was all down to their neighbour having invoked the Evil Eye against them. And so it went on. Everyday misfortunes weren’t just a matter of rotten luck; they’d been brought on by witches and spells and black magic.
And that’s where the witch bottle came in. It was an ordinary person’s self-help remedy, a talisman, that would guard against the witch’s spells. This bottle was filled with 12 bent iron nails, 7 bent bronze pins, some nail-clippings (8 in all), some locks of dark brown hair and about 250 millilitres of human urine. The idea had been to make the bottle very personal to the person seeking its protection, who was most probably a woman, hence the use of her hair, nail clippings and urine.
The bottle was then sealed with the melted wax of a black candle and concealed somewhere, where there would be no danger of it being disturbed. Usually this would be at an entry point to the owner's house. Perhaps she’d have it plastered into the daub and wattle of the wall above the door lintel, or buried in the ground beneath the hearthstone of her fireplace (remember that because the chimney was open to the heavens, it was also a potential entry point for evil spirits).
The theory was that if a witch cast a spell it would be absorbed by the witch bottle, and reflected back at her. The bent pins and iron nails inside the bottle took the game to another level. In addition to sending all her own evil back to the witch, these would add a further torture to punish her for her sorcery. The theory was that they would cast a spell on her bladder, making it impossible, or, at the very least, excruciatingly painful, for her to urinate. By this means it was popularly believed that many an evil-doer got their comeuppance and met with an untimely end.
This particular bottle was unearthed during an excavation in Church Street, Greenwich in 2006. What was exceptional about it was that the bottle and its contents were intact, so they took them off for detailed laboratory analysis. The first thing they noticed was that the nail clippings had come from carefully manicured nails. From this it would seem to follow that the owner of the bottle was a person of sufficient social standing to have had both the leisure time and the equipment to tend to her nails. Her hair was dark, and infested with head lice, which would have been endemic across all social classes at the time, and from her urine they could tell that she had been a smoker.
What was she afraid of? Did she worry that someone would seduce her husband, or corrupt her children, or poison her livestock? Or was she newly arrived from mainland Europe, where she feared for the kinsfolk she had left behind? Perhaps they were languishing in the depths of some squalid dungeon at the Inquisitor General’s mercy.
For a moment I glimpsed a world of fear and confusion and suspicion, in which it would have been easy to feel helpless. How very different it all seemed from our world, where we start each social exchange in the expectation that the people we meet will be benign, and minded to cooperate with us in the course of our daily grind.
For a moment I felt a surge of compassion for the frightened lady who had nothing more than a witch bottle to hold her nightmares at bay.
If you’d like to see the bottle it’s on display as part of the permanent exhibition in the Discover Greenwich Visitor Centre, which you can find beside the Old Royal Naval College.
All the best,
Bonny x
Well now that was something I had never heard of before this. What a fascinating tale about the use of this bottle. It's amazing that the contents were still inside the bottler (a bit gross too) . I did enjoy reading this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ida. Yes the whole exhibit did have a certain gross-out factor to it - especially as they had the contents on display in little glass bottles ... . All the best and thanks for stopping by, Bonny
DeleteA fascinating piece of history!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Glad you enjoyed it. All the best and thanks for stopping by, Bonny
DeleteWhat a fascinating tale, Bonny! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kia. Glad you found it interesting. All the best and thanks for stopping by, Bonny
DeleteThere you go, they were a superstitious lot back then. that would not look out of place in the Witch museuem in Boscastle. BTW I have visited Salem years ago and it did not fill me with joy, found the place quite depressing.
ReplyDeleteYes, I can imagine that Salem is not the place to go if you're looking for the positives in life. All the best and thanks for stopping by, Bonny
DeleteIt is a beautiful bottle, and if you felt it was calling your attention you did good in stopping. Now we have just learn something. Thank you for sharing!!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Yes the craftsmanship that went into making the bottle was superb. All the best and thanks for stopping by, Bonny
DeleteWow! Very, very fascinating bottle and post.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Glad you found it interesting. All the best and thanks for dropping by, Bonny
DeleteBonny, as always, I was totally captivated by your writing. You are a gifted writer. I find that period of history fascinating and tragic. I have learned something new today. BTW, my niece is trying to host a blog for young writers. If you have time to stop by and give her some comments/suggestions, she would LOVE it. Thank you, Christa
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Thank you for your very kind words, Christa. I'm glad you found the post interesting. I'd be delighted to pop over and take a look at what your niece is up to. All the best and thanks for stopping by, Bonny
DeleteWhat an interesting bit of history. Would you kindly stop by http://image-in-ing.blogspot.com/2014/09/stop-or-else.html and share the photo? I think others may find this every bit as fascinating as I did.
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Thank you for your kind words, Sue. I'd be delighted to share this on image-in-ing. All the best, Bonny
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