I'm a Friday's child. I am also a "miracle child." I was my mother's sixth baby, and the first one that lived to term. Actually, I was a mistake. My parents had given up trying. Mother was 38 when I was born, in a time when later life pregancies were definitely not the norm. The doctor told them not to hope too much, so they didn't even tell people for the first few months. Even the doctor called it a miracle when I was born healthy and normal after a full term pregnancy. I do have a sister, almost two years younger than myself, but my mom lost a final baby after her. I heard that I was a miracle baby, much loved and wanted ,over and over again as a child. In fact, I was dedicated and given to God after the matter of Samuel, using the verses I Samuel 1:27-28 . "For this child I prayed; and the Lord hath given me my petition which I aske of him: therefore I have lent him to the Lord; as long as he liveth he shall be lent to the Lord. And he worshipped the Lord there. My parents meant it, and I lent my voice to the joyous vow as a young child. My father and the doctor were both at a Lodge meeting in the next town, and had to be summoned from the meeting for the birth. Breast feeding was not the thing to do in those days. My mother insisted on it anyway, and had to throw a major fit to prevent the nurses from giving her a shot to dry up her milk. One of the lullabyes Mother used to sing to me was "Boat on Galilee", a song I later sang to my children. Cassita Hospital, renamed Valley Hospital, was on Miles Avenue, in Indio. It was eventually completely replaced by JFK Memorial Hospital.