209 years ago, on March 13th, 1800 which happened to be a Friday, the great-grandparents of my grandfather (photo/1898) exchanged wedding-vows and ...
... never got divorced since.
Now, if that's not a reason, with thanks to the fairies and leprechauns to raise one's glass.
Happy anniversary, dear great-great-great-grandmother, and dear great-great-great-grandfather!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Paraskavedekatriaphobia?
Here's good news for all those who suffer from Triskaidekaphobia [fear of the 13] and even more from Paraskavedekatriaphobia [fear of Friday 13th]:
209 years ago, on March 13th, 1800 which happened to be a Friday, the great-grandparents of my grandfather (photo/1898) exchanged wedding-vows and ...
... never got divorced since.
Now, if that's not a reason, with thanks to the fairies and leprechauns to raise one's glass.
Happy anniversary, dear great-great-great-grandmother, and dear great-great-great-grandfather!
209 years ago, on March 13th, 1800 which happened to be a Friday, the great-grandparents of my grandfather (photo/1898) exchanged wedding-vows and ...
... never got divorced since.
Now, if that's not a reason, with thanks to the fairies and leprechauns to raise one's glass.
Happy anniversary, dear great-great-great-grandmother, and dear great-great-great-grandfather!
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I'm more scared of the word "paraskavedekatriaphobia" than I am of Friday the 13th! That's a mouthful and a half...
ReplyDeleteConsider a glass raised to your illustrious ancestors!
A nice tiny tongue twister, isn't it, D.E.?
ReplyDeleteIt's a pleasure to have you and Lady Doubtful as special guests at tonight's feast!
I had to stop a few second to complete the word... Where did you get this sean??
ReplyDeleteYou are certainly very creative... :)
I say "serefe".....
Serefe, Nevin! :)
ReplyDeleteAs for your question: Like other people would collect stamps or beer mats, I am 'collecting' words.
I'm not generally superstitious, but I'm still wary of Friday 13th...
ReplyDeleteIt's just the one I can't quite shake..
Crushed,
ReplyDeletejust about 3:42 hours to go, and once again you will have survived. In Kabul it's already the 14th. :)
The anniversary of the union which gave to the world such a remarkable, well-spoken grand-grand-grand-grandson as you, Sean, certainly must be celebrated. Joining all of you: À la votre! Cheers! Prost! Sláinte! (and whatever....!)
ReplyDeleteHope I put enough "grands" there! Wouldn't want to age you before time. Any resemblance with the distinguished looking grandfather, Sean?
Today i saw a sparrow hawk killing a pigeon in front of my house. I've always thought pigeons are superstitious, probably since one of their ancestors seems to have carried an olive branch in its beak.
ReplyDeleteBertus
À la votre, Claudia.
ReplyDeleteAs all those 'greats' and 'grands' are too much for me, I'll try in German.
Today's bride and groom are my Ur-Ur-Ur-grandparents.
As for the resemblance: Mrs J claims there does exist one, and I can't deny.
There's one difference, though: While I use to visit a barber, my grandfather obviously prefered his hair being cared for by a coiffeur. :)
Bertus,
there's no doubt had the pigeon followed the example of its ancestor, the sparrow Hawk would have respected the olive branch, like all human warriors on this planet would respect and never attack help-transporter with a UN- or Red-Cross label.
As the pigeon carried no olive branch in its beak the hawk - like enduring freedom bringing heroes who would take a wedding party for a Taliban battalion - might have thought: 'That's certainly a terrorist'.
Conclusion: What you witnessed this morning was a regretful collateral damage in the hawks' war on terror.
Sláinte indeed. I knew there was something special about Friday the 13th ;)
ReplyDeleteSláinte, Lady Janice!
ReplyDeleteFriday the 13th has certainly its magic secrets. :)
You're right Sean.
ReplyDeleteAnd your remark reminds me of the first stanza of a poem by one of our oldest living poets, Leo Vroman ( http://www.dbnl.org/auteurs/auteur.php?id=vrom001 ):
Vrede
Komt een duif van honderd pond,
een olijfboom in zijn klauwen,
bij mijn oren met mijn mond
vol van koren zoete vrouwen,
vol van kirrende verhalen
hoe de oorlog is verdwenen
en herhaalt ze honderd malen:
alle malen zal ik wenen.
Which means crudely translated:
Peace
Comes a dove of a hundred pounds,
an olive tree in its talons,
near my ears with my mouth
full of wheat sweet women,
full of cooing stories
how the war has vanished
and repeats them a hundred times:
all these times I shall weep.
Bertus
What a beautiful photo and tribute :-)
ReplyDeleteVLR- Thank you for your link to Leo Vroman (somber, eloquent plea for Peace). And on another post (Plaidoyer pour l'art), your link to the GemeenteMuseum. Wonderful to go, on a cultural trip, from Germany to the Netherlands in one evening. Also thanks to Sean.
ReplyDeleteBertus,
ReplyDeletethank you.
Yes!
Following your link and bookmarking it, afterwards I looked up Leo Vroman on wikepedia.
Entries (just) in Dutch, English and Suomi. None in German.
What a shame. One of the most-honoured Dutch poets, and no entry in German?
Well, Wikepedia is not Germany. :) I'll do a bit research.
Whatever its result may be, though:
So often I'd regret that I did not learn Dutch - and many many other languages :) -; and: that so many (remarkable) authors/poets would not get helped (by publishers and translators) to let their thoughts/work/wisdom cross (language-) borders.
CherryPie,
isn't that lovely?!
And what a chance - being an agnostic and thus, of course, far from being superstitious - to prove that Friday the 13th is a lucky, a magic day. :)
The word sounds 'Chech' to me...
ReplyDeleteDidnt look at the calendar yesterday, so completely forget Fri13!.)
Lovely poem Bertus...next time translate in German/Deutsch pour Jean.)!
Lingua es decorus!
Kindest
hans
The 17th is the day they are all scared of here! Nice post.
ReplyDeleteHans,
ReplyDeletedoes this mean you would have stayed in bed, had you checked the calendar? :)
As for 'Chech': I see Christos chuckling ... :)))
Welshcakes,
glad you liked what you read.
Amazing, isn't it? Why would the Sicilians make VIXI (I have lived) from XVII (17)?
Actaully I believe the expresson is '...unlucky for some'.
ReplyDeleteA commemoration of those who fell on the sword they lived by, small loss. The anniversary of when one gang of crooks and manipulaters tried to exterminate another. Again, small loss. Good riddens even.
So why not become a paraskavedekatriaphile!
Not in bed, Sean, I spent 4 hrs a night there, not more, not less.)
ReplyDeleteChech..must be Czech of course.)!
Christos and I communicate in ancient Greek; how beautiful a language can be.))!
Kindest
hans
La Craic,
ReplyDeletenow you got me!
How could not be a paraskavedekatriaphile, who's born on a 13th, married on a 13th, and whose son was born on a 26th (twice the 13?
Hans,
corresponding in ancient Greek you are, Christos and you? Chapeau!
That is too much to fear.
ReplyDeleteRenegade Eye,
ReplyDeletewelcome to Omnium.
Now you mention it, indeed: It (misfortune) might strike, before you you've been able to utter the last syllable. :)