Now, this is the title of the latest book by my friend Judy Astley, and very good it is too. It is also a very good title for this post, because the book deals with finding - or being found by - people from your past. Which is what has just happened to me, and I'm stunned!
Once upon a time, when I attended Clapham County Grammar School for Girls, a group of us occasionally interacted (!) with a group of boys. Over the years, I lost touch with most of them, girls included, but Brendan stayed a constant. Tall, dark and handsome, he was around to take me for drives, to parties, even to the theatre on one memorable occasion. We last spoke on the phone six months after I'd got together with the late dh, and that was that.
So imagine my surprise, dear reader, when an email turned up in my inbox yesterday morning. He had just joined Friends Reunited, and I'd forgotten I had a brief profile on there. Terribly excited, I paid me money and replied.
This morning I had a long, long email from him remembering all the incidents from our joint past that I also remembered, including some I'd forgotten. As he hasn't got broadband in his flat (in Switzerland) I shall have to wait for him to visit the next internet cafe for the next instalment, but we did spend a lot of this morning when I should have been working emailing back and forth.
Exciting, but is it a dangerous occupation? In her book, Judy comes to the conclusion that it can be, and of course, we all remember the problems Friends Reunited had when it was in its infancy. It's very tempting, especially when drearily over the hill as I am, to fantasise a little, isn't it? And I am...
Bother Judy. I can't use it for a book, now...
Monday, March 17, 2008
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Isn't life funny, Lesley? I went to Copthall County Grammar School for Girls. They don't make names for schools like that any more,
Ghosts from the past... I think you should go for it, Judy. Why not? Indulge in a little fantasy... who knows what might happen? Then again, have you seen a recent photo of the gorgeous young man you remember? Perhaps he hasn't turned out as well as you, and how much baggage is he carrying...
But, Leigh - I'm not Judy!
Sorry Leslie. I was reading your blog and had the name Judy in my head. Apology also appears on my blog. I know you're Leslie! My editor tells me not to worry if names change in a MS, as this happens all the time. Bit worrying if I'm doing it in real life - or virtual life anyway. Apologies again.
Hi Judy,
I stumbled on your blog whilst taking a trip down memory lane.
I also attended Clapham County Grammar School for Girls...my first year was 1953. I left in 3rd year (1956)to emmigrate to Australia. I remember my time there fondly...but I'm not great on names. I do, however, remember a couple of the teacher's names and the name of the Head Girl. Her name was Sonya Fishpool. My art teacher's name was Mrs.Clutterbuck and the gym teacher's name was Miss Thwaits. I have a feeling that it was before your time though.
I also remember that we were allowed to invite boys from an all boys school, which was close by, to the end of year 'dance'.
Do you remember how steep the hill was and that we always had to wear our hats and gloves? Summer uniform was a dress- any print but it had to be saxe blue and white and the hat for summer was a Panama with the school band.
It's a life time ago for me, but I still credit that school for waking up my thirst for knowledge.
I wish my school life in Australia had been as stimulating. I will never regret the move though - Australia is a wonderful place to live and I raised 5 great kids and have 10 2nd generations in the dynasty now!
Vickie Farquhar (nee; Veronica Eyres.)
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