My mother’s superstitions resulted in long list of things which couldn’t be brought into the house, I gave up showing her anything I’d found outdoors.
So many things were ‘common’ - leaning out of windows, sitting on the front step, eating in the street, ankle chains, toenail varnish, leaning against a wall, an endless litany of things I mustn’t do or wear. I fought against her prejudices but may have retained one or two .
Oh and one of my Dad’s oft repeated sayings was “one volunteer is worth ten pressed men” which conjured up images of a row well ironed city gents in my mind.