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Thursday
Jun042009
It really is a small world...
me, Greg, and Matt making jello on a pretend stove
Once upon a time I lived next to a boy named Greg (no, not that Greg, another one...my life is replete with Gregs) and his two sisters and parents. Except he always wrote his name Gerg so that's what my family called him. He and his older sisters, along with my brother Matt, were my favorite people. We lived in two houses down a dirt lane in a small university town in Utah. We played in the snow, did lemonade stands, played "it's not nice to fool with Mother Nature" with blankets in the wind, went fishing, and all those other childhood things. I have a blurry picture of all of us hanging, cocoons in blankets, from my mom's rotating clothesline--a very downscale version of an amusement park ride:
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Fast forward...oh, 30-something years.
I'm sitting with Gabi having lunch while our kids play on the playground. (She was visiting New England and we arranged to get together. I can't believe I didn't ever blog about that; it was a highpoint of my April.)
Gabi mentions it reminds her of a time she met another one of her blogging friends last year.
G: Do you ever read RochelleT's blog?
A: Hmmm. Yeah. I used to...but I lost the link and it's been a while. I like her!
G: I met up with her at a park in Logan last summer when I was visiting Utah. She's not from there and she lives in Texas but her husband grew up in Logan. Aren't you from Logan?
A: Yeah. I wonder who her husband is (idly thinking there's no way I know him).
G: I can't remember his name but her last name is ...T@11m@dge
A: You're kidding! Is his name Greg?
G: Yes!
A: I do know him! Gerg! He was one of my favorite childhood friends!
Isn't life grand?
(Hi Greg and Rochelle!)
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Reader Comments (13)
Wow. It is a small world. And you were a beautiful child Annie.
In the Mormon world I think there's only 1.5 degrees of separation!
AND... the most interesting part to me is that the house we live in during the summer is the house you lived in as a little girl! CRAZY!!
So fun to make this connection. And what a fun picture of little Greg. I think he looked like the boy from A Christmas Story, sans glasses.
That is the craziest story ever! Wow. The world keeps getting smaller and smaller, doesn't it?
It definitely is a small world. I just clicked on the link to Rochelle's blog, and realized I knew her in college! Crazy stuff.
So, this of course, begs the question: Who is this mysterious Michelle? Which college and when? And how?
Rochelle, I'll email you at the address listed on your blogger profile.
Gerg! And cocoons on a rotating clothesline. Hilarious!
Wow! That is so funny! I love Rochelle. Her blog is tricky though because many times it does not let me leave a comment.
Good stuff. The blog world has helped me reconnect with a childhood friend as well. She left a comment on another friend's blog and there you have it. Full circle moments are the best.
Love that (and Rochelle). I always wonder if you know the Petersens (he taught economics) at USU??
And your line about meeting up with Gabi got me all excited because we are still coming, you know!
My memories of our brief time together:
On our trip to Disneyland, I recall thinking that your family must be "monied" because you stopped and slept at a motel vs. our family which pulled over somewhere in the desert and slept in the back of a 2 door Opel station wagon (that 1 mom, 3 kids, and a father on the ground outside) - And by side of the road, I mean, side of the road.
I recall your dad losing his wedding ring (temporarily) and you making the joke "I guess you're not my daddy anymore". I remember a pretty noticable twinge of jealously that you got to work with all the good material.
Finally, I recall watching your sister being pushed in a stroller up and down some wavy sidwalk. I told myself "self, you need to burn this memory into your brain so that when Nancy is old enough to understand, you can tell her that her stroller ride looked like a lot of fun".
If she reads your blog comments, then I will have faithfully fulfilled this charge. It's the little accomplishments in life that provide the flavor.
Oh, Annie! I feel so happy that in some small way I helped you find a childhood friend. Love you and love Rochelle. Knew you must be connected.
p.s. One of my highlights too!