Thursday, March 27, 2008
Connections
OK, so this is not as good as Book Nook Girl's story of Barbara O'Connor but I was perusing the new resources sent to me by Teaching Books.net and came across the name of an elementary school friend. I had stumbled upon a memoir she had written a few years back so I knew she was an author but I hadn't realized she was now writing for young adults. Anyway, I read the interview, looked at her blog and then chose to post a comment just saying hi and congratulate her on her success. I didn't know if she would even remember me since we were very young when she moved away. I was a little surprised and extremely happy to find a comment waiting to be moderated in my inbox this morning from her! She found this blog and responded. VWB has continually reminded us how the world is shrinking and connections or reconnections are being made in this 2.0 world. OK, I get it.
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4 comments:
a wonderful 2.0 story...social networking at it's best! and HOW fun for you!
And I feel soooooo blessed that you are in my world! Thanks for all I have learned from you and all that we have shared! You are right, connections are everywhere we just need to remember to LOOK!
TH,
Did you really think I'd forget? You nut. I'm not that old yet. I just moved around way too much as a kid and could never really lay down any roots.
But it's interesting to discover how you linked back to me (I wondered). I'll have to go check this Teaching Books.net out.
Please do stay in touch. I want to know more about how you are, and have been.
Beth
Terry,
Maybe you can send me your email someday, and we can talk for real (in the quasi way that email is talking). I'm astonished by your journey, sad to hear you've had some hard things to go through, so happy that you have a family so young and so aspiring (and a musician brother!). I moved around a lot, which is why the chronology is confusing. I spent half of second grade in Canada and all of third in Boston, then returned to Shipley. We moved away at the end of seventh. I never really felt planted anywhere.
I have no idea what book of pigtails you might have, but I shudder.
Beth
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