Faith and Begora!

And a wonderful St. Patrick's Day to ye all!  I am a wearer of the green with an Irish Daddy.  He taught me all the Irish songs and ditties and love for the Irish Music that could never keep my feet from dancing!  I love the Chieftans, Irish recording artists as well as Michael Flatley in Lord of the Dance that I saw live in Myrtle Beach several years ago at the Palace Theatre.  Irish music can be gay and happy or sad and melancholy, indigenous to the breed.  I wished I had asked more questions about the old timers in the family when my Dad was alive.  But they were stern Irish Catholics with some hell raisers thrown in but always a good time at family gatherings with singing and playing the harmonicas and guitar.  Here is a picture of my father's Mother Catherine.  She died before I was born.

And here is a picture of my Irish Grandfather, Phillip, with my Aunt, Sr. Teresina and my Grandmother Catherine again. 

Below is a picture of my Grandfather when he was young.

I wish I had a picture of this grandmother when in her youth but I do not. I love my Irish heritage and wish I knew much more about the family.  If you have not asked more questions about your heritage, do it now while you still have the older members in your life to ask!  The older you grow yourself, the more these things will matter to you and hand them down to your children and grandchildren.  We all need to know where are roots are.  Just like reading the Bible, you need to read the Old Testament to understand the New.  May every Irish Blessing ever wished be sent to you this day and I wish you happiness in all corners of your house forever and a day!

GOOD FRIDAY THE 13TH

YES, YOU READ RIGHT, GOOD FRIDAY the 13th-ha!
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.