Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Internacle

Way back when I was just getting into blogging which started as mostly a way for me and a couple long distance friends and family members to keep apprised of the goings on in life, I wrote a story about someone who made an impression on me when I was young. That story was Gina Limongelli, which I have kept in the "stickiest crows" section of links at the left. If you haven't read it, it's worth a read, because I relate one of the funniest stories I've ever heard which came from her life. The last time I saw her was 29 years ago. I was 11.

Apparently, the advent of Google has made the world that much smaller, and her siblings contacted her to tell her of the story on the internet and contacted me to let me know I had written about their sister. Then I received a wonderful memory sharing letter from her, and was so thrilled to learn that she remembered me. She remembered lots in fact, and we have corresponded since. This was just a couple days ago. But I find it so interesting to look at two completely different realities that were present in the same situation. I was a kid feeling trapped in a prison. She was working, going to college, just a stepping stone to her future. But somehow we made a certain connection, I'd like to say bond, and it seems so easy and natural to communicate once again. And all because of the internet miracle. Internacle? (This kind of word combining is called portmanteau, which I learned yesterday from Adam)

Also, I've discovered that there's 8 years between us, which means we are both in our 40's. Practically of the same generation. But at the time, being a kid, there seemed to be an unbelievably big difference in our ages. It would take forever before I would be as old as her. It makes me laugh how our perception of time changes over our lives. Accelerate comes to mind.

Anyway, I've had a nostalgia smile on my face the last couple days digging through my memories of that part of my life, which are incredibly dim and entangled, like looking for a key that someone threw in the bushes.

10 comments:

Snooze said...

I read that story from your links a while back - that is so incredible that you are in touch with her now. A true internacle, indeed.

The Wisdom of Wislon said...

That was so funny, giggles galore.
Tis great that you've got in touch again too. You do have a vivid memory for detail which I admire.

nongirlfriend said...

I love your stories and must go read about her.

The internet can be used for so many good things...

St. Dickeybird said...

That's sweet!

Jason said...

I often "google" old university friends and have found out lots of neat stuff about their lives. New careers, families etc...

Patricia said...

i love it when you go looking for those keys in the bushes and we get to peek over your shoulder.

Rye said...

The world has definitely gotten strangely small. And I always find it fascinating to hear about other people's perception/memories of events that have stayed with me.

_Psycho said...

Quite a story there with the garbage thing, almost look unreal. Really nice to see a contact was back 29 years later, god bless the globalisation =P

Dantallion said...

I can understand the nostalgia smile - I read the dumspter post and have a bit of the perma-smile myself. That was great.

S. said...

Cool pics! Never thought about this before actually. HHNT