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I come from a small town and a state with a small (fare less than 1,000,000) population.  But I’m convinced it’s a small world.  

I had a board meeting to go to last night.  Drove 15 miles to catch a ride to go the remaining 47 miles.  And I never left the county in which I live.  Travelled from one end of it to the other last night.  And about right here, someone is saying “and you call that small?”  

Our meeting was in what had once been a two room country school house.  The school closed about twenty years ago and it’s now the community center in a place where the town died forty years ago.  But the community is alive and well.

The board I’m on had our meeting at the same time another group of folks were sitting at another table having their township meeting and yet another group of men were out back cooking burgers and another group of women were in the other room, setting out a wonderful pot-luck supper.

 During the ride down to the meeting another woman who was riding with us, and I had talked and found that many years ago, our mothers had worked together.  Small world.    

As supper and the evening progressed, various people from this small friendly community sat down to visit with us.  Each of them had a story to tell about how they been in Phoenix, or Mexico City and run into someone who turned out to have mutual aquantances or relatives back home.  Small world!  

The desserts these farm and ranch women had prepared were delicious.  One woman in particular pressed me to take some of her poppy seed dessert which I did gladly.  She said it was a new recipe she’d gotten from the rural electric co-operative newsletter.  I enjoyed the dessert and complimented her on it.  When I got home, I got out the rural electric newsletter and lo and behold the woman who had submitted the poppy seed dessert recipe is my second cousin on the other side of the state.  Small world.

Anyone else got a small world story?  Does this sort of thing happen in more urban areas, or only out here where everybody knows everybody?


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