OMG. If Martha hadn't written it down in her journal, she might not have remembered the name!
Your doppleganger story is funny, too. For years I was told I had one––some person who was my double, she even dressed like me, or so I was told. "I saw her again today, I thought it was you," several friends said. Some were embarrassed that they'd shouted out my name. I never met my double, either.
OMG. If Martha hadn't written it down in her journal, she might not have remembered the name!
Your doppleganger story is funny, too. For years I was told I had one––some person who was my double, she even dressed like me, or so I was told. "I saw her again today, I thought it was you," several friends said. Some were embarrassed that they'd shouted out my name. I never met my double, either.
I met my double. We look nothing alike! But other people mix us up all of the time. (I'm thrilled. She's younger than me....)
Tim, I lived in Larchmont Woods at one terrible point in my life. Springdale Road off of Rockingstone, if that rings any bells. Just up the hill from the Larchmont train station. Larchmont was a super cute town back then. (Did not know the Cashmans....[insert winking face here]. Great story!
I lived yards from Manor Park, and was ten years old when Hurricane Carol hit and blew down the Manor Beach pavilion. We have our own Rockingstone close by where I now live, in Nova Scotia. Go to Google images with this search phrase: the rockingstone in halifax nova scotia
The first image s/b from my friend Stephen Archibald's wonderful blog "Noticed in Nova Scotia" q.v. He is a great museologist and curator of the built environment.
BTW I wonder if there are any woods left in Larchmont Woods.
What a great blog! And wonderful photos of the Rocking Stone! Thanks for sending me to your friend's site. (And no, there are no woods left in good old Larchmont Woods. I left there to move to a semi-rural island in Puget Sound, where I could breathe again.)
OMG. If Martha hadn't written it down in her journal, she might not have remembered the name!
Your doppleganger story is funny, too. For years I was told I had one––some person who was my double, she even dressed like me, or so I was told. "I saw her again today, I thought it was you," several friends said. Some were embarrassed that they'd shouted out my name. I never met my double, either.
I met my double. We look nothing alike! But other people mix us up all of the time. (I'm thrilled. She's younger than me....)
Tim, I lived in Larchmont Woods at one terrible point in my life. Springdale Road off of Rockingstone, if that rings any bells. Just up the hill from the Larchmont train station. Larchmont was a super cute town back then. (Did not know the Cashmans....[insert winking face here]. Great story!
I lived yards from Manor Park, and was ten years old when Hurricane Carol hit and blew down the Manor Beach pavilion. We have our own Rockingstone close by where I now live, in Nova Scotia. Go to Google images with this search phrase: the rockingstone in halifax nova scotia
The first image s/b from my friend Stephen Archibald's wonderful blog "Noticed in Nova Scotia" q.v. He is a great museologist and curator of the built environment.
BTW I wonder if there are any woods left in Larchmont Woods.
What a great blog! And wonderful photos of the Rocking Stone! Thanks for sending me to your friend's site. (And no, there are no woods left in good old Larchmont Woods. I left there to move to a semi-rural island in Puget Sound, where I could breathe again.)