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I could tell you a story…

June 25, 2013 By Talya Tate Boerner 15 Comments

I suspect each person who crosses my path somehow knows my mother—the checker at Whole Foods, the man begging for money on the corner, the random woman who ran into the back of my son’s Xterra on Northwest Highway.

After last night, I know this to be true.
While enjoying a glass of wine with neighbor Harry on his front porch, a lady parked curbside and walked toward us with her father. 
“Harry, this is my Dad. We drove over to see the old house and thought we’d say hello.”
“Where’re you from?” Harry asked the man who sat directly across from me on the porch pew.
“Memphis.” 
Now I’m curious and oddly connected to this stranger on Harry’s magical porch where interesting things seem to happen.
“I grew up just outside Memphis.” I join the conversation.
“Where?” He asked me.
“On a farm between Keiser and Osceola.”
“I could tell you a story about Keiser.” He becomes animated.

“If it’s about my mother, I already know it.” I could match your Keiser story and raise you ten, I think…

“I just returned from Keiser.” He said. “My wife and I went to the Keiser High School Reunion.”

Now I’m oddly related to this stranger on Harry’s porch.
“Oh yeah, my mother missed the reunion this year because of her knee surgery.”

“Barbara Tate wasn’t there either. She had knee surgery. She’s in Texas with her two daughters.” His comment was more rhetorical as though he spoke to himself.

“Yeah, I know.”

“How do you know?”

“She’s my mother.”

Whose your mother?

“Barbara Tate.”

“Who are you?”

“One of her two daughters in Texas.”
He almost fell off the pew on Harry’s porch. But not me. I’ve come to expect these sorts of conversations.

“So are you related to Thomas Tate?”

“He was my Daddy.” 
“My wife and your mother are good friends. Your mother’s other friend wasn’t at the reunion either – oh what’s her name? – they’ve been friends since they were kids…”

“Lou Perry?”

“Yeah! You know her too?”

“She was my school librarian.”

and that’s how my night started…
talya
It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to have to paint it. -Steven Wright
Musical Pairing:

Abracadabra, Steve Miller Band

Filed Under: Life Tagged With: Keiser, Mississippi County

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Comments

  1. Angi Cartwright says

    June 25, 2013 at 3:41 am

    I threw the newspaper away that had all the people at the reunion in Keiser. What a small world.

    Reply
    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      June 25, 2013 at 2:14 pm

      Yes it is.

      Reply
  2. Lauralew says

    June 25, 2013 at 3:57 am

    That’s very cool, especially when I learned of your mother through “I could tell you a story…” I enjoyed reading this.

    Reply
    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      June 25, 2013 at 2:14 pm

      Thank you Laura!

      Reply
  3. Gary Henderson says

    June 25, 2013 at 8:08 am

    Everywhere we went when I was a kid, my father ran into someone he’d gone to high school with. It was weird. Disney? Yep. Six Flags? Yep. Busch Gardens? Yep. Niagara Falls? Yep. Seaworld? Yep. Myrtle Beach, SC? Yep.

    I swear, if we’d gone to Zimbabwe, we would have stepped off the plane and there would have been someone Daddy went to high school with.

    Reply
    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      June 25, 2013 at 2:15 pm

      Just like Momma…

      Reply
  4. Edra Perry Senter says

    June 25, 2013 at 8:43 am

    That is so funny, stuff like that just floors me when it happens. Then you realize what a small world we really live in!

    Reply
    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      June 25, 2013 at 2:15 pm

      Me too Edra. Although I’ve come to expect these things when it concerns my mother – LOL

      Reply
  5. Edra Perry Senter says

    June 25, 2013 at 8:47 am

    Mom said to tell you that she really liked your article and that you really have her racking her brain wondering who you ran into!

    Reply
    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      June 25, 2013 at 2:15 pm

      Betty Bradford’s husband, Pete.

      Reply
  6. Tim Hardin says

    June 25, 2013 at 10:07 am

    haha…Okay, it’s NOT REALLY a small world, but I think your Mom needs to change her nickname from “BAT” to “Cheers,” because EVERYBODY knoooows…her naaaaame.=)

    Reply
    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      June 25, 2013 at 2:16 pm

      good idea!

      Reply
  7. Dorothy Latimer Johnson says

    June 26, 2013 at 4:59 am

    I love it when I connect like that!

    Reply
  8. Patricia A. Laster says

    June 26, 2013 at 7:17 am

    Good rendition of the chance meeting. Something like that happened to me last night, but I’ll save it for a blog post, too. When to AR?

    Reply
  9. Lana88 says

    July 2, 2013 at 5:54 am

    Haha, a small world indeed! How funny!

    Reply

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