We have an unusual last name. I had never heard of it until I was on a blind date with this good looking sailor. Another couple had asked me to go when another friend backed out of the picnic they had planned. (She had gotten a letter from her boy friend that day and felt guilty about even going on a fun picnic with a group and an unknown guy. Things were different sixty-seven years ago.)
Anyway, I agreed to go and while waiting in the car for the sailor to borrow a large tub to put the ice in for the soda pop (beer), I saw the name tag on the key chain of his dad's car. Wow! That's a strange name. Three and a half months later, that name became mine. We waited seven years for our first son and the second son arrived two years later.
And now this week in California that second son and his family took a trip from another state. In a gift shop in San Francisco, they discovered one of the clerks had the same last name. How unlikely is that? It was actually supposed to be her day off but there she was.
They took a selfie and we later figured out that she is actually a cousin-in-law. (Is that an actual deal?) Anyway, she was married to our sons' cousin.
Strange things happen when you're paying attention.
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Well that is interesting!
ReplyDeleteThree months ...now that is a love at first sight kind of courtship! Merry Christmas!
It really was! And I should have said 65 years. It was 1952. My math is getting worse.
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