This is a picture of my Dad and Mom in the early 1950's. It was taken when one of my sisters got married. My Dad lived to be 65 and my Mom 90.
My father was born on DECEMBER 13TH on a Friday! For that very reason I was never superstitious about it! After all, that was a good thing. And throughout my life I have had many good things happen to me not just on Friday the 13th but the 13th of any month. My oldest Granddaughter was born on October the 13th and my nephew is celebrating his birthday today. I have received promotions when I was working on the 13th and just had enjoyable times and memories on that date. So for me, being a Christian also, takes any superstition away from being afraid of the date! Now my father was of Irish Descent and the belief goes that he was born with a veil over his face which gave him extra sensory perception and he did seem to have powers of discernment beyond the norm. But he laughed at superstitions like this and delighted in telling us as children about the different beliefs and stories. He used to tell me that he was Black Irish which meant he descended from heritage that had mixed with the Spaniards after a war. And his dark curly hair and mustache was indicative. But he had Hazel Irish eyes and the devilish sense of humor that we loved. So I am sharing him with you today so that you will know good things happen on Friday the 13th.