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November 01, 2007

How many Degrees????

No, I'm not talking temperatures this time - separation, as in the infamous six degrees of separation This old world is a lot smaller than we realize and I feel like it's getting smaller everyday - especially when I find the degrees of separation between me and others is just not that large on occasion.

A few of mine:

Checked into a hotel in CT last year. The desk clerk asked where we were from and then volunteered she knew only one couple from SB VT - turned out to be a pretty good friend of mine and parents of one of my sons' friends - weird.

At my husband's last 30th class reunion, I met a guy whose first wife graduated from high school with me - two classmates from VT marrying two classmates from CT - weird. More weird - not only does he still live in my CT hometown, he lives on the street where I grew up!

I just attended my 40th high school class reunion this past weekend - I KNOW hard to believe when I'm soooooo young.

Anyway, I talked to the cousin of the guy who married my classmate in the above story - it gets weirder. I had always assumed they met through the cousin who lived in my town and friends with said classmate's brother - nope. Turns out the guy from VT was a "secret child" and only met up with his cousins because he married my classmate! - weird!! (his own six degrees of separation going on there)

So I'm sitting at the table at the reunion chatting with my good friend's first husband - had not seen the man in a good 35 years. I was introduced to his 3rd or 4th wife Donna and they live in Northfield, MA. Funny - that's not far from where my mother grew up in Bernardston, MA. Well lo and behold, Donna is a Bernardston girl. My grandparents are buried in a cemetery not far from the house of the only people I really knew in Bernardston - yup there's the connection. It turns out that Donna's sister and her husband bought that house within the last year - weird.

All this is fascinating to me. I guess it's worth chatting with "strangers", don't you think? What's your six degrees story?

So make yourself a good week and get out there and speak with stangers - you just never know!

Posted by frani at November 1, 2007 12:21 PM

Comments

The wife of a guy I work with grew up about 10 miles from where I was born. She grew up about thirty years after I did, of course!

Posted by: bunnybeth at November 1, 2007 04:03 PM

The guy I dated in college (Binghamton) grew up in a very small town outside of Catskill. My mom grew up in Queens, but her aunt was from said town - and was this guy's French teacher in high school!

I know I have more - I need to think about it...

And not my story directly, but still pretty cool: My cousin was best friends with this one girl when we were younger. Michelle had to break some plans because our great-uncle was in the hospital. She showed up to visit him, and lo and behold - our great-uncle was her best friend's grandfather! How we didn't come across that earlier, we have no idea. Funny, isn't it?

Posted by: erika at November 1, 2007 08:39 PM

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