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Went out to visit some friends the other day.


They live probably 10 miles south west of us.


We were bullshitting and for some reason we got to talking about relatives and lineage.



I mentioned that I had recently found some letters that my foster mother had written to whoever was to adopt me.


I was in the foster system for a while in Helena Montana.


I told them that I had figured out who my foster parents were, and was thinking about sending them a letter. If for nothing else to let her know that it turned out okay for me.




Long story short.....the gal we were visiting just happened to be former roomates and current friends with the granddaughter of my foster mother.

She knew it instantly when I mentioned the last name....which is fairly uncommon.



Was kind of neat.




Anyone got a "small world" story?

Had a great great uncle that found out on his wedding day, that his bride to be was his half sister. It was W.Va. So they got married anyway.

Small World? that one sounds more like Divine Providence.

Kidding, he freaked out and disappeared. They found out after he died he’d been living in Washington state. Someone out there after he died shipped his ashes back to be buried in the family cemetery.

You really should do this Jim.

My Grandma and Grandpa Fostered over 40 kids on their farm, they always loved to hear of the successes, it always made their day when they received a letter from one.

Yup. And show her some of those vids with your kids.

Agree you should.....

Jim;
Good evening to you my cyber friend, I hope that you and your fine family are well as can be tonight.

Thanks for sharing that story with us, indeed it's a pretty small ball we're on sometimes is it not?

Since you asked, here's mine and it involves the 'Fire even.

Years ago we were discussing how dangerous Cape Buffalo were here and I mentioned that I knew a pair of brothers that I'd met in Kenya in '75, who subsequently moved to Zambia and one of them had been nearly killed by a Cape Buffalo.

Because the world can be small, I mentioned them without naming them and that was I thought that...

In came a PM from a chap who posted here back then called "Zambian", he not only named the first name of the brother who has almost been killed by the buffalo, but said he was sitting in the bush on a satellite system not too distant from where it had happened!

Further, he then named the first name of the other brother and said he'd met him in his home city of Lusaka, Zambia.

Honestly it still makes me shake my head a wee bit thinking about that, but nonetheless that's how it went down.

We sent a couple PM's back and forth and I asked him to say hello for me if he ran into either of the brothers as I'd rather lost track of them.

Anyway Jim, that's mine for now. Thanks again for the story and all the best to you and your family sir.

Dwayne

You should send them a letter. They'd probably appreciate knowing you turned out well and hearing about your family.

Met a whole lot of distant cousins at a fire dept smoker on the rez at Batesland SD

Hahaha! You should see my cousin list on 23 and Me.

Lets just say they are all in Alaska and they dont have indoor plumbing.

I mentioned Berlin Pa in a post.
Madmooner sent a PM, explaining his dad's growing up here,
moving away, and where to, having a hunting camp here...

I saw where Mooner was from, added things up and pretty much knew
who he was. Our grandparents were siblings.

So, I addressed my response in his name.
Kinda screwed with him a moment.


Pretty darn cool to come to the fire and find kin living across the
country. Especially a guy I only ever actually met once or twice.

I didn't think Eskimo's came in your size.

Why would you want to deal indoors? Sounds kind of native

Once banged a girlfriend on the It's A Small World boat ride in Disneyland.

Don't drink the water.

Crossbred with a Welsh miner in Butte, Montana.


'course that still dont explain it.....miners were probably pretty small....

Yeah that happens a lot in Montana.

Usually at the most inopportune times.

"I used to fugk her."

"That's my wife."

(run for door)

Not all of 'em, John Henry was a pretty big guy.

Boring I am sure but I was in Atyrau Kazakhstan for an interview as a secondee to a JV partner. I ended up spending three year there. .. I am in the elevator in the only hotel worth a chit (one that later became my home) and I hear a voice. It was from a Bechtel VP that I hadn't seen in ten years, at least.

We were getting new photocopiers at work and got a bid from a small local company. The company President came and made the pitch.

When we were done, she looked at me and said “Wanna. My grandfather’s name was Wanna.” I said “So was mine.”

She said “Wanna Bebwana.” I said “So was mine.”

She said “My grandmother’s name was Maria.” I said “So was mine.”

Turns out, her grandparents were from the same village in Transylvania that mine were. There were only about 6 families in the village so many shared last names. My grandparents emigrated in the 30’s to the city we were in, and hers emigrated to a smaller city 50 miles away.

I’m sure we’re related back a few generations. She only went down that road because my first name is not very common here.