Way back in June or July sometime, I wrote about the concept of Six Degrees of Separation, the theory that if you look hard enough, you can find the connection between you and everyone else on the planet. I mentioned how I'd recently found out about my round-about connection with World War II era- French singer Maurice Chevalier through his butler Dudley who was distantly related to me through my husband's family.
You never know who's reading your blog. In this case it was a long-lost relative, it seems. :)
This was what in my email box last night:
"Hello,
You don't know me but I came across your blog site (bathtub spider) while doing a search for M Chevalier. After reading it I was almost sure your husband must be the grandson of Jeanette ------ from Brandon. I had to chuckle a bit about the Dudley Wright bit and Maurice Chevalier. I have been in contact with Dudley's great grandaughter in Paris for the past year. If Jeanette is your husband's grandmother then I have also been in contact with her. Talked to her last time on the phone at the end of May. Jeanette and I have exchanged tons of family information. Her mother Frances and my wife's grandmother Florence were sisters and of course sisters of Dudley Wright. Small world.
Cris -----"
I think this is so neat. Thanks for writing, Cris. Hope to meet you all someday.
3 comments:
I know this isn't related to your post, but would you mind if I put a link to you on my blog?
whoa......
Six degrees of separation? Sometimes it doesn’t take that much. A couple yeas back, a couple of our old Ontario neighbours showed up on the doorstep out of the blue. They often take cross-Canada trips visiting various relations, and this time they decided to go all the way to the coast and meet old friends (my parents) they hadn’t seen in twenty years.
Over dinner, as part of an enjoyable and laughter-filled visit, the husband told a story of how his ancestors had to walk for two months herding a couple cows and carrying all their worldly possessions on their back from the end of the railway in Winnipeg (as things stood then) to their homestead in Union, Saskatchewan.
That summer I was baling hay, and the next day I was telling my employers and co-workers about the visit and that story. The farmer’s wife asked the farmer, “You have relatives in Union, don’t you?” The farmer replied, “Yes, but their name was ——.” Which was my old neighbour’s ancestor’s family. The farmer and his wife also happened to be the parents of an old high school classmate of ours, Spider.
Weird, huh?
Post a Comment