A most curious conundrum
Nov. 18th, 2006 04:20 amFACT No. 1. My grandparents met at a religious retreat (church camp) called Deering, nestled up in the hills of southern New Hampshire.
FACT No. 2. My mother and my father met at Deering.
FACT No. 3. My mother and my first stepfather also met at Deering.
FACT No. 4. Deering closed a year before I would have been old enough to go, and I would have gone.
Kinda makes a fellow wonder sometimes, don't it...
FACT No. 2. My mother and my father met at Deering.
FACT No. 3. My mother and my first stepfather also met at Deering.
FACT No. 4. Deering closed a year before I would have been old enough to go, and I would have gone.
Kinda makes a fellow wonder sometimes, don't it...
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Date: 2006-11-18 03:28 pm (UTC)The spooky thing about the camp part for me, in the "Small, small, tiny world" way, is that several moons ago I was the chair of a national church sub-committee figuring out what to do with Deering after it closed. I should have told them to keep it open for the "Spatch Family Continuation Camp." And I would have, too. If I had only known. Now I am pondering Spatch spouses and little Spatches with Abbie's progeny...Whooo!
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Date: 2006-11-18 07:24 pm (UTC)How my parents met
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