A FACEBOOK EXPERIMENT
28 August 2009
I sure hadn't expected to get an ego bump when I posted yet
another Facebook quirk. The challenge read:
If you are reading this, even if we don't speak often, post a comment
of a memory of you and me. When you've finished, post this paragraph on your own status;
you'll be surprised at what people remember about you.
What the heck, I thought. I was very surprised to get a handful
of messages right away.
I remember celebrating Grandmother-hood with you by doing a Happy Dance together, long
distance! Boy are we good or what!
Lynn is a friend from Flickr. She is also in her third year
of doing the "self photo a day" (a project her son started, not realizing how it
was going to mushroom!). Lynn takes some of the most inventive self-portraits,
particularly her "Me as art"
I remember meeting you sitting across the table from me at a Winters Community Theater
production and being glad to be able to put a face to the name!
Debra writes a wonderful column, Because I Say So that appears in the Winters
Express and the Davis Enterprise. We've sat together for two different Winters
Community Theatre productions now and I always enjoy talking with her.
I remember sitting under a huge weeping willow tree in Hyde Park in London, marvelling at
the fact that we had only known eachother via CompuServe, and now we were meeting in real
life! Hard to believe that was 14 years ago.
Welmoed is someone I knew from CompuServe and we did, as she
says, meet for tea in Hyde Park with our friend Jane, who had been an exchange student
living with us. She says our meeting was 14 years ago, but it sure seems like longer
ago than that (but I don't doubt her)
Stacy Lynn C
I remember all the wonderful tasty cakes you made for me and all my friends in our younger
days in Davis!
I really don't remember making cakes for Stacy or her friends,
but in the days when our kids were in school, it seemed that I was making cakes for
EVERYBODY, so I'm sure she's right.
I remember the first time that Tater and Tot came to placement at Petco and someone was
coming to see them. The person approached me, introduced themselves, and said that they
were there to see them. In one of my less-proud moments, I pointed in their general
direction and said, "Oh yeah... they're the ones over there that kind of look like
Stacy works with Ashley and so, like Ashley she shows up at our
house from time to time with either a dog to drop off or a dog to pick up...or to help
with some problem I'm having with the current in-house dog.
i remember you worked at the secretariet on G street and typed my first
post-college-looking-for-a-job resume on a funny typewriter that had an electronic window
that displayed a single stream of text (early wordprocessor), and that you were really
fast and patient and turned my draft resume into something very professional. and i got
the tennis teacher job with the city of davis!
Boy, the things you don't remember! Kari is the person who
got me onto the board of the Davis Community Network, but I didn't realize that I had
typed a resume for her when I was at The Secretariat, way back in the 1970s!
I remember the photo of the lamingtons you made for Australia Day a few years ago. I also
remember how you spoke to my friend Gloria on the phone when she was in the US and had
lost Mary and Mary's MUM within days of one another.
Jan is someone else I know from the Internet, but have never met.
I had totally forgotten about her friend Gloria, and this comment she wrote
reminded me to ask her how Gloria is doing.
Well, of course, Scrabble on-line and BBB's!
This one is self-explanatory--except for the BBB, which even I
couldn't remember...it was "Bush Bashing Breakfasts" with our friend Nancy.
(We've had to change the name since Obama was elected and Bush went into hiding!)
You, my mom, and Mr. Brunelle in a hotel room in New Orleans after we'd been caught in a
bar on Bourbon Street...
Boy do I remember that! It must be said that this
particular group of students were all old enough to drink legally in New Orleans (where
the drinking age was 18), but the group had been told that even though they could, they
were not permitted to by school rules. I will say that my ability to cry on command
was VERY useful in dealing with that situation, since I was the one who found them
standing outside the bar, drinking a Hurricane!
Beer butt chicken in a Houston back yard.
This was for my friend Lynn's (the one who was just here
recently) surprise birthday party. She had met Mike the previous time I was in
Houston, so we invited him to come to the party, at which her son BBQ'd the famous beer
We met at DG's house, didn't we? To discuss ways of helping him promote his website when
it was in a new and infantile state? Sean was still a kid, and I think Michael and I were
still living in Alhambra, so it's been AWHILE!
A lifetime ago. Karen was the first person I ever met after
whom a planet was named. The planet Malcor, in the Star Trek world, was named for
her. Together we helped sci fi author David Gerrold design his web site. Karen
raises Arabian horses and my most vivid
memory (other than one of her horses playing with a child's swimming pool, tossing it into
...is of one of that same horse in the house watching "The
Black Stallion" on TV. (He really did it, too! Karen said he ignored the
TV until the horse came on and then he watched intently!)
When you and I and Cathy met for the first time in Santa Barbara after getting to know
each other on CompuServe (is CIS still around?). Photos show all three of us wearing huge
I remember that. I can't remember how long ago it was, but
about 20 years ago. We all felt very brave, meeting each other face to face.
Now the CompuServe discussion forums are gone, but Pat, Cathy, myself and several others
continue to remain close friends (though separated by oceans, some of us) through Yahoo
I think the first time I met you in person was on the train ride from hell. We spent a day
in SF and you came in to meet us. Danny was just a little boy, riding on my back. It was a
cold foggy day (surprise!) and you very politely didn't comment on our goosebumps.
Actually I remember a lot of things with you over various visits to SF. The time you drove Tricia and me up to Twin Peaks. Standing on the
top of Fort Point watching the currents. Eating that divine tofu sandwich at Greens. I'm
thinking I need to come back!
Mary is another member of the
CompuServe group and, since she is one of the younger ones, I kind of feel like she's the
second daughter I never had (and am sorry that my attempts to get her and Jeri together
sometime have all failed, since Mary, too, is the oldest sister with four younger
brothers--and I know they would have much to talk about!). Tricia, too, is part of
the group, but lives closer to me, so Mary flies to see Tricia and they drive to meet me
in San Francisco--at least that's how it's happened a couple of times now.
Exchanging glances with you as we watched with such affection the way Dick Brunelle sat so
proudly on the bus in New Orleans with the huge winner's trophy occupying the seat next to
Mother of Mara, above--same New Orleans trip. Yes, watching
teacher Dick Brunelle with his trophy was worth everything we went through on that trip!
This really was a fun exercise and brought up a lot of memories of
things I hadn't thought about in years--or things I had forgotten. I had such a good
time on Facebook, I'll put the same suggestion to people reading this entry--post a
comment about a memory of you and me, whether we've met or not. And then, fellow
bloggers, try doing this on your own blogs and see if you're as pleasantly surprised as I