Friday the 13th. I didn’t even realize it until reading a few headlines.
Reading about the 13th immediately reminded me of my late aunt, Carol. She was a remarkable woman, with a folksy common sense about her.
Aunt Carol loved celebrating holidays, particularly the odder ones, such as Halloween. She also was a bit superstitious, and Friday the 13th was one of those days for her.
It was nice to be reminded of her. She died after years of fighting off various cancers.
Approximately 17 million people fear Friday the 13th.1 They share this phobia with at least two presidents, FDR and Herbert Hoover. Neither would travel on the 13th if it was a Friday.
“This Friday the 13th . . . is even more unusual: Tonight happens to include a full moon.”
It won’t happen again until 2049.
“Since this is a phobia, there are names for it: friggatriskaidekaphobia, derived from the Norse goddess, Frigga, wife of Odin the ‘allfather’; and paraskevidekatriaphobia, the Greek root for fear of Friday the 13th. Triskaidekaphobia simply means fear of the number 13.”
“There can be as many as three Friday the 13ths in a single calendar year, such as in 2009 or 2012. The next year in which the day will occur three times is 2015. The longest period that can occur without a Friday the 13th is 14 months.”
“On average, there is a Friday the 13th once every 212.35 days.”
1. According to the Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute in North Carolina