Coincidences

Had one just this morning which is in itself a coincidence given this subject matter. I was in the treatment room at my GP surgery, and on the wall was a doggy calendar with August featuring the cutest wire haired dachshund. I thought how lovely it would be to have one. Walking home, I reached the entrance to my road just as a lady came around the corner with her dog. Yup. A wire haired dachsund. She must live near me but I have never seen her or the dog before. She informed me that she has always had that breed, and that they can be rather stubborn - something I have read about them before. We agreed that they were a bit like people then.

My Dad died when I was just 17. He was cremated and my Mum arranged for him to have a rose bush and a plaque displayed. However we never visited because my Mum said she didn’t need to remember him there. Around 10 years later my DH and I took our two young sons for a walk through the same cemetery. My youngest son who was 6 at the time was running ahead and looking at the various plaques. He suddenly stopped at one and started to read it out. I nearly had a heart attack as it was my Dad’s plaque and my son couldn’t have recognised it as it obviously had a different surname. I then realised it was my Dad’s birthday and burst into tears, but I like to think he was perhaps watching over me.

My German husband came to UK on a hiking holiday when he was sixteen years old. After visiting Stonehenge he became mesmerised by a school near Salisbury he passed by. He kept wondering for a few days afterwards what kind of girl goes to that school? Twenty five years later we met and he discovered it was my school.

Just remembered another one! When we were first married my DH and I lived in married quarters in Germany. (Army). We had a phone installed. A year later we moved back to the UK and bought our first house. We instantly had a phone installed there too. Our UK number was the same number as the one we had in Germany, only backwards.

My 5 year old grandson has been staying recently and every now and again he would say, "crikey O'Reilly" . none of us had any idea where he'd got that from but when I mentioned it to my niece she said that my mother used to say it all the time. She's been dead for 32 years so obviously my grandson had never met her. I remember her saying now but don't think I've ever heard anyone else use
it

On holiday in Australia my DH and I were in a place called Noosa Heads on the outskirts of Brisbane checking into a hotel. The receptionist said she recognised our accents and looked at the booking details we had just completed. She said she had originally grown up in a small village next to the town we were presently living in and my DH said he grew up there as well. Turns out they had been next door neighbours for quite a few years!

One day in 2009, my brother collapsed, my father had a fall and my 18 month old grandson had a mild fit, all 3 ending up in the same hospital at different times on the same day. A worrying time.

Nearly 70 years ago my son had been telling me about a new boy at school they called Maff, who he had become friends with. I was helping with the teas at the local carnival when I looked up and in walked G a friend from school with whom I shared a domestic science table. Although she has now moved away we still keep in touch.

I went on holiday to East Africa (Safari and Beach stay) and when entering a shop in Nairobi, heard an English voice I recognised. It turned out to be a girl I knew from a nearby (Pearl Assurance) office. I worked in the Leeds, West Yorkshire office, and she in the Bradford Office of the same Company!. We spoke to each other on the telephone most weeks at some point, collating figures of various kinds!

My son was born on 8/8/95 weighing 8lb 8oz. So we considered 8 to be lucky. My niece went one better when she gave birth to her son on 8/8/18 at 8mins past 8 & you guessed it he weighed 8lb 8oz.

I spent my early years in Uganda and remember very clearly a lovely Scottish teacher I had in primary school when I was nine. Fast forward sixty years and I was living in a small Spanish village in the mountains. On my first visit to the local book club who should I meet but the very same teacher. We had both ended up in the same little village. She was in her early nineties but as sharp as ever. She still had the ability to scare me, think the Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.

My sister in laws brother , an antique dealer ,bought some cigarette cards. As he looked through them a small envelope fell on the floor. He picked it up & put it back with the cards. Again, the envelope fell on the floor. He picked it up again & when he eventually opened it, it was a card announcing the wedding of my mother & father.

My father was born on 30th January
My daughter was born on 30th January
My daughter's other grandfather died on 30th January, the date of her 30th birthday.

I’ve just remembered another. On a campsite in South of France , DH noticed that the car just pulling on to the next pitch had a registration local to where we live. Chatting latter DH and the man were talking about cars and DH mentioned an accident he had about 10 years previously. After asking DH where the accident had happened it
turned out this man was the very one who was first on the scene to help , having seen it happen from his window.

30 years ago we rented a cottage in the Mourne mountains in Co Down. When the owner heard where we were from she asked if we knew another couple from the same town who had stayed with them - we didn’t know them. Later that year we moved house and our new next door neighbours turned out to be the couple who had stayed in the cottage.

And one from yesterday! My DH was channel hopping yesterday, waiting for the cricket to come back on TV. He very quickly came across one of those "emergency services documentaries". "Oh" he said "I was once filmed by one of those TV crews years ago". (He's retired from the fire service). "Hold on" he exclaimed "that's me"! There he was on the TV screen, in charge of a rescue. He never watches TV documentaries like that but happened to come across the one he featured in about 15 years ago.

In 1980's my son was on a gap year in Malaysia, and with friends went to some hippy area where they met a young girl who was in need of money. The boys helped her out.
2yrs later my son was in Cuba and got talking to a roadside seller who invited him home for a meal. When son got to the house he found that the wife was the girl to whom he had given money in Malaysia.

I've got an Australian one like cupcake1!
We spent a couple of years living in Adelaide. About 6 weeks after we arrived we found a nice house to live in and went to an Italian restaurant round the corner to celebrate. The waitress had a Scots accent and I asked her where she was from. Turns out she had emigrated to Adelaide about 6 weeks earlier and had lived in the same town as us in Scotland before that. Then it transpired that we had lived in the same street and that her house had been about 100m from ours!
(BTW cupcake1, we visited Noosa Heads and loved it )

Last week I was driving to place flowers on my Dads grave. My DH mentioned something about birds and I said the rhyme about robins appear when loved ones are near. As we approached the grave ...yes...you have guessed...a robin was on the stone and did not move as we came close. I was overwhelmed.

A family I know decided to emigrate en masse to New Zealand. 2grandparents., 3 adult children + partners and 5 grandchildren.
The oldest GC, who was 14, hated the idea and didn’t want to leave her friends. She was in a chat room one day, talking to a girl who came on. It turned out that she was the same age, lived in the small N.Z town that they were emigrating to, and went to the school that the GD had been enrolled in. After that amazingly co-incidental meeting GD really looked forward to emigrating, and Grandma put it down to Divine Intervention.

Trisha57

When I had my first child, we had already decided what we were going to call her. The day after she was born, while I was still in hospital, my husband woke up in the morning at home and put on the radio. The song that was playing was "Louise" by Phil Everley. Guess what name we had decided on!!!

Um... Sarah?
??
Sorry Trisha57 ignore me. It’s my warped SOH.

Friends of ours came for dinner one evening and as they walked through the door I had this sort of flashback and I told them I'd had a dream they were going to move house. They laughed and asked where they were going then and I told them it was "back to where they came from". A few weeks later, they called us and asked if I was a witch as followng a change at work, they were indeed moving back to the area the came from and they actually found a house only 1 road away from where they lived before! Spooky!!

The film is brilliant

Had a lovely fun/date time for three weeks with a guy in a big city. We were both on embarkation leave. He Germany, me Malta. Parted amicably but totally. Seven years later, I was in a street with my Mum when I saw a this guy on the opposite side wrapped round a girl. We both turned round with an 'I recognise you from somewhere' attitude then continued on our way. We married a year later.

My first date with my husband of 52 years was to the pictures but not at the cinema in our local town. It wasn’t until years later that we found out he had actually been born in a taxi in that cinema’s car park.