We all know somebody that knows everybody. Well, the person I know like that is my younger sister Tammy. She’s known everybody since she was at least 6 years old.
After our dad was elected to pastor the church in De Queen and before we were able to move, we drove from Cave City to De Queen every weekend. It was a long drive for a kid and I’m sure it was even longer for our parents. Combine the trip with our having to stay with other people the entire weekend and you have a perfect recipe for fragile tempers.
Dad guest ministered at many churches and we always went with him. Consequently we knew a lot of people from all over the northern part of the state and Tammy knew most of them by name even as a child. She was about 8 or 9 when we moved. One Saturday we were driving to De Queen and were probably 2 or more hours from our house when Tammy hollered out, “Hey, I know them” and started waving at some people we were passing. My dad told her to stop waving and be quiet because she couldn’t possibly know those people. Tammy, being Tammy, started to argue but Dad said, “Tammy Sue, shut up and be quiet.” Like I mentioned earlier, all the traveling and moving stress was wearing on all of us.
Several miles passed by and I noticed Tammy was sitting on her side of the car crying. Big fat tears were running down her face. I tapped mom on the shoulder and pointed as I didn’t want any attention drawn to myself. Mom turned around and asked Tammy what was wrong. With her voice all full of tears, Tammy said, “I get a headache when I can’t talk.” All of us just started laughing. If you know Tammy then you probably know that she doesn’t ever have a headache from not talking!
That’s not the end of the story. After traveling for some time, we had to stop for food, fuel, and bathroom. That truck full of people we had passed earlier was at the same store filling up their tank. When we pulled in beside them, the first thing they said was, “Hi, Tammy!” The look on my dad’s face was priceless. We probably all looked a little shell shocked over the fact that Tammy really did know somebody several hours from our house.
Today, if Tammy says she knows somebody, we might look at her like she’s crazy but we don’t deny the fact that it’s probably true.
Vicky this sounds just like my sister, Sherry. No matter where we go she runs into someone she knows – I’ve seen her do it in Estes Park, Colorado and hiking down the mountain at Yosemite. And if she doesn’t meet someone she knows, she’ll know someone she meets before she leaves there! blessings, marlene
Yep it is true, we went to an Island in the Gulf and I saw someone I knew lol
Then we went to San Antonio – I saw someone I knew –
I know lots of people and remember them haha
That is a great talent to have! I am so bad with names and faces, sometimes it’s very embarassing. There are plenty of people I work with, it’s been a year now, and I still don’t know their names. I’m looking forward to being old so I can use senility as an excuse 😀
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For you it is your sister and for me it is my mother. Although, it is not hours away and it is here in town it is still amazing. For a while I would not go to wal-mart with my mother, because we would stop and talk to at least ten people that she knew. I got tired of stopping at wal-mart for a supposed to be a 20 minute trip and then turned into an 2 hour trip. My mom is a nurse and has a lot of connections from doctors, nurses, and patients so they stop her and talk to her and there goes another 20 or 25 minutes. I like seeing her happy and talking to people she is friends with and knows, but sometimes I wish it was not while I was with her. Anyways, I have started going to wal-mart with her again and even though her talking has not gotten any better, I know I will not have her here forever. I only have a small amount of time in my life to hear her talk, laugh, and smile so I need to enjoy it while I have her here.