dourobob
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Hey, if you\'re from ..... do you know?
At a local Home and garden show last week I was talking with a vendor whose surname was familiar to me – same as my 1st cousin’s husband – and I asked the inevitable question “So do you know John?” As it turns out he didn’t but we began to talk about how often this happens and I remembered a story from a while back.
My wife and I were eating breakfast at a B&B near Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada when another couple came to the table. After introductions and the usual pleasantries about “where we were from” the gentleman of the couple said “We live about 400 miles west of Detroit. Now you said you’re near Peterborough? I know that area well. We used to come up there every summer when I was a kid.”
Not wanting to leave the conversation unfinished I responded by asking “Where did you go in Peterborough?”
The ensuing exchange went something like this:
Him “Well, it wasn’t really Peterborough, it was Bancroft.”
Me “Bancroft eh? Well, where in Bancroft?”
Him “Well it wasn’t really Bancroft, it was Maynooth.”
Me “Oh, where in Maynooth?”
Him “Actually it wasn’t in Maynooth, it was on Baptiste Lake.”
Me “Hmm, North Shore or South Shore?”
Him “It was a little place you wouldn’t know called Camp Comfort.”
Me “You mean the Hicks place?”
Him – with eyes like saucers “Yes, that’s the place. How did you know?”
Me Well, the Hicks family are my sister’s in-laws.”
We all had a great laugh over how small the world is but, that is not the end of the story.
I was relating this coincidence to one of my co-workers one day in the lunchroom and a student intern began to laugh. She said “I am from Maynooth and I have a great Maynooth story too.” It went something like this –
While with her family in Mexico for a year (her father was on a teaching exchange) she had to take he Dad to the hospital because he had fallen and seriously shattered a bone in his leg. They went to a small local hospital and because their Spanish was not very good in addressing medical emergency needs the hospital folks asked them to wait until they could get the doctor who spoke English.
When the young doctor arrived he asked the family where they were from in Canada and was told Ontario. He pursued this and asked “Where in Ontario?” “North east of Toronto.” they replied. “Anywhere near Maynooth he asked?” Once again a large pause in the conversation.
Here is where the tractor part begins …
It seems the doctor spent a summer as part of an agricultural exchange program working on a farm in Maynooth looking after cattle, cutting hay and harvesting cash crops and the farm was about 3 miles down the road from where the doctor and his family lived in Maynooth.
Anyone else have a Maynooth or a “So you’re from …… do you know ….. story?
At a local Home and garden show last week I was talking with a vendor whose surname was familiar to me – same as my 1st cousin’s husband – and I asked the inevitable question “So do you know John?” As it turns out he didn’t but we began to talk about how often this happens and I remembered a story from a while back.
My wife and I were eating breakfast at a B&B near Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada when another couple came to the table. After introductions and the usual pleasantries about “where we were from” the gentleman of the couple said “We live about 400 miles west of Detroit. Now you said you’re near Peterborough? I know that area well. We used to come up there every summer when I was a kid.”
Not wanting to leave the conversation unfinished I responded by asking “Where did you go in Peterborough?”
The ensuing exchange went something like this:
Him “Well, it wasn’t really Peterborough, it was Bancroft.”
Me “Bancroft eh? Well, where in Bancroft?”
Him “Well it wasn’t really Bancroft, it was Maynooth.”
Me “Oh, where in Maynooth?”
Him “Actually it wasn’t in Maynooth, it was on Baptiste Lake.”
Me “Hmm, North Shore or South Shore?”
Him “It was a little place you wouldn’t know called Camp Comfort.”
Me “You mean the Hicks place?”
Him – with eyes like saucers “Yes, that’s the place. How did you know?”
Me Well, the Hicks family are my sister’s in-laws.”
We all had a great laugh over how small the world is but, that is not the end of the story.
I was relating this coincidence to one of my co-workers one day in the lunchroom and a student intern began to laugh. She said “I am from Maynooth and I have a great Maynooth story too.” It went something like this –
While with her family in Mexico for a year (her father was on a teaching exchange) she had to take he Dad to the hospital because he had fallen and seriously shattered a bone in his leg. They went to a small local hospital and because their Spanish was not very good in addressing medical emergency needs the hospital folks asked them to wait until they could get the doctor who spoke English.
When the young doctor arrived he asked the family where they were from in Canada and was told Ontario. He pursued this and asked “Where in Ontario?” “North east of Toronto.” they replied. “Anywhere near Maynooth he asked?” Once again a large pause in the conversation.
Here is where the tractor part begins …
It seems the doctor spent a summer as part of an agricultural exchange program working on a farm in Maynooth looking after cattle, cutting hay and harvesting cash crops and the farm was about 3 miles down the road from where the doctor and his family lived in Maynooth.
Anyone else have a Maynooth or a “So you’re from …… do you know ….. story?
