Some folks are just lucky when it comes to serendipity. I am not one of those people but am married to someone who is. Too bad he isn’t into genealogy!
It happened a few months ago on a visit to Salt Lake City. We had a few hours to kill prior to meeting up with some folks. While wandering around downtown we ended up near the Family History Library and after some cajoling, I managed to convince Husband into a quick tour.
We took a fast look at the first floor, then up the stairs to the second floor where the microfilm is. There is something about the rows and rows of film drawers that cause me to swoon! Not so for him. So it was up to the third floor to see the books.
For some odd reason Husband decided to step down one of the book aisles. Then it happened. He spotted the name of a town near where he spent part of his childhood. So he reached up and randomly grabbed a book off one of the top shelves and opened it up. Here’s where things get weird. The page the book opened to was describing the community facilities in his hometown – the pool, ice rink and golf course, which had just been completed. On this page, was a photo of the pool where he used to swim. He told me he carved his initials into the side of the pool!
I couldn’t get him out of the building! All he wanted to do was flip through that book and explain everything about his hometown to me. It was great. I learned almost as much about that portion of his life in the few minutes we poured through the book as I learned in all the time I’ve known him.
The name of the book? The Gavel and the Book. Not exactly a title that would have clued him into the fact it was about his hometown.
Have you had any serendipitous moments?
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