There have been some touching threads here lately and I thought a few of you might like to read a story of my own.
My name is Todd. I am almost 50, and a passionate bassplayer. My other passion is trees: I have been a forester for thirty years.
In the late 1960s my family and I lived in a small town in the far south west of Western Australia. The town was a hub of forestry at the time and had its own forestry precinct where all the government-employed Foresters and their families lived.
Mine was one such family, and my parents were friends with one other such family: the Peets . My mother often visited Mrs Peet, and I recall on one occasion accompanying my mother on such a visit. While I was at her house, Mrs Peet gave me a book to read... A Time-Life book called 'the epic of man'
. I was fascinated, as it contained detailed artistic impressions of all ancient civilizations like the Greeks, Minoans, Sumerians etc. Seeing that I was enjoying the book, Mrs Peet loaned it to me so I could read it (I was 6 or 7). The book was returned, the Peets moved away (in 1971) and our families lost touch, but the book left an indelible imprint in my mind and I would often think about it (I'm an avid reader of this type of material).
Fast forward to 2008. I've a failed marriage under my belt and three adult children, and I'm living in a town 1.5 hours north of the town in which I grew up.
A friend invited me to the local blues club to watch a band. While I was there I struck up a conversation with a very attractive woman, also there watching the band. I mentioned that I was a forester and was from such and such a town, to which she replied that her family had once lived in my home town and that her father was a retired forester! I asked the question "is your father so and so ?"
So it turns out that this very attractive young lady was indeed Mrs Peet's daughter, born in 1973, after the family had moved away from my town. I proceeded to tell her that I knew her sisters from a long long time ago.
Now here's where things get interesting: It also turns out that she lives just up the road from me and is a classically trained cellist!
Anyway I asked her out for coffee. We started dating as a result and then, a few weeks later, went to visit her parents whom I had not seen since 1971. The reunion was great! They had not seen me since I was a small child: I was now 44...
During the conversation, I mentioned amongst other things, the memory about the book. They said that they still had it, and better still, that I was welcome to borrow it again! I could'nt believe it. I took it enthusiastically and as I turned the pages, was able to recall every single detail like it was ...yesterday. It was as though my brain had taken photographs and then stored them in a vault, where they were kept in perfect condition for 38 years; and then, as I turned the pages again, the vault unlocked and the images reappeared !
It's a great story I never get tired of telling people.
However, that's still not the best part of the whole story. The icing on the cake, is that after a 4 1/2 year courtship this young lady and I were married two months ago.
Next year we are planning a trip that will include my own 'Forester's' pilgrimage: A trip to see the redwoods and giant sequoias in California