Superstition

Margo Roby is asking about our supersitions.  My Gran had dozens, and this is one of them.

Never sit 13 at table –
Irish Gran was adamant
someone would die, for sure.
She ate in the kitchen at Christmas
while aunts and uncles, cousins, friends
munched in comfortable conviviality next door.

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5 Responses to Superstition

  1. Did we have the same grandmother??? Mine was Irish, too. Maybe we’re long-lost cousins!? :0)

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  2. Wow, that’s something!! I’m with Margo, I can see her, too and the expressions on those at the full dining room table!!

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  3. My grandmoher was just as adamant about the number 13 and the dinner table, however she called around unil she got a 14th lol.

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  4. margo roby says:

    How funny and I can see her vividly.

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