Found Him!
Never underestimate the power of a blog.
Nearly a year ago, in my post “Searching for Tim Moffitt,” I posted about some pictures I wanted to return to the guy who’d lived next door to me when we were kids in the 1950s and early 1960s. Trouble is, I couldn’t find him. Last I’d heard, he was in Missouri.
I figured he’d might Google his name one day, find my blog, and get in touch with me. Months passed. I never heard from him.
Until yesterday—when I received an email with the header, “You found me!” The email contained current pictures of Tim, his grown-up twins, his wife, his mother-in-law, and his adorable miniature fox terrier, Jack.
“What a pleasant surprise to discover that you are trying to find me to return some pictures,” he wrote.
And here’s what’s weird—he once stopped by my house, but I wasn’t home. Here’s what he wrote:
Yep. That would be my house. I was probably at work at the time. Marshall Blair would have told Tim exactly where I lived—only a mile or so from the store.
I emailed back and asked Tim how he found me. His answer:
It is kind of unbelievable what you can do with the Internet, isn’t it?
Anyhow, a big envelope of pictures are headed for Missouri next time I go to the post office.
Small world—and the Internet has made it smaller.
Nearly a year ago, in my post “Searching for Tim Moffitt,” I posted about some pictures I wanted to return to the guy who’d lived next door to me when we were kids in the 1950s and early 1960s. Trouble is, I couldn’t find him. Last I’d heard, he was in Missouri.
I figured he’d might Google his name one day, find my blog, and get in touch with me. Months passed. I never heard from him.
Until yesterday—when I received an email with the header, “You found me!” The email contained current pictures of Tim, his grown-up twins, his wife, his mother-in-law, and his adorable miniature fox terrier, Jack.
“What a pleasant surprise to discover that you are trying to find me to return some pictures,” he wrote.
And here’s what’s weird—he once stopped by my house, but I wasn’t home. Here’s what he wrote:
Thanks very much for your very interesting article about our family in Roanoke. Our mothers were extremely good friends; they loved each other very much. I am sorry to hear about your mom passing away. She was so good and kind to me. I found her obit in the Roanoke archives and saw the reference to Penhook. So when I passed through Penhook about three or four years ago on the way to visit Danville, I stopped at Blairs store. The man there gave me directions to your house. I found your house with some cats hanging around. . . .
Yep. That would be my house. I was probably at work at the time. Marshall Blair would have told Tim exactly where I lived—only a mile or so from the store.
I emailed back and asked Tim how he found me. His answer:
I conducted a search using only my name, just to see what sites I was on. The second or third result listed contained words about "I lived on Floraland Drive in the Williamson Road area" etc. and that someone was looking for Tim Moffitt. It was unbelievable.
It is kind of unbelievable what you can do with the Internet, isn’t it?
Anyhow, a big envelope of pictures are headed for Missouri next time I go to the post office.
Small world—and the Internet has made it smaller.
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posted by Becky Mushko | 10:44 PM
5 Comments:
What a wonderful story. I'm glad you found your friend.
That's very cool!
Wow, who can I search for?! Or, is there anyone searching for me? How exciting.
www.GreenerPastures--ACityGirlGoesCountry.blogspot.com
Love the power of the pen,er,computer!
My god-child is in Missouri!
I'm thinking like Debi, who can I find?
It is indeed a small world! As you might recall from my first note to you, I lived in Penhook as a child. We lived next door to Blair's Store, but moved away in 1965. By the way, I also google myself occasionally to find out what I am up to.
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