Last week we went on a picnic… Our financial advisor held a picnic outdoors under a tent in the parking lot. They handed out box lunches, and had a duo playing guitar and singing quietly in the background. It was nice.
We were first to sit at our table. Then we were introduced to a local pastor and his wife who sat down across from us. As we chatted, the places where we grew up became a topic of conversation. They spoke first and they said Columbia Heights and Fridley.
I immediately responded I was familiar with that area because I grew up on 35th and McKinley… then Gordon, the pastor, said with much surprise, that he did too, until he was six years old! We discovered we lived four houses away from each other. He is four years older so I would have been two years old when his family moved away, but he did remember playing with my older brother and all the neighborhood boys his age. There were seven or eight of them!
He also said he remembered my mother, and her name, Ruby.
What a serendipitous moment. We were excited to discover this fact, and had fun reminiscing about that great neighborhood in Northeast Minneapolis.
Later I asked my brother if he remembered Gordon, and he said yes… playing ball together.
What a great story and how small the world is.
It is a small world…full of fun serendipities.
Oh, how I love when we unexpectedly connect with someone to whom we’ve previously been connected, although unknown. This was one of those beautiful moments.
What a wonderful financial advisor, to host such an event.
Our financial advisor is wonderful…;-)
And it was her pastor that we were chatting with.
It’s a small small world!
Yes, it seems to be.
What a fun story, Valerie! I bet it was fun to chat with him–an unexpected and welcome blast from the past!
It was such a surprise…a fun conversation!