Facebook

So I got set up on Facebook last week and have been playing around with it. My first impression was meh. Big deal. But as I've been playing with it this week I am starting to understand what a cool tool it is.

When I first got on it I was dinking around pressing buttons and just seeing what was what. I hit the button to go find 'friends' from your email contacts. I hadn't really read what the button was so I was somewhat surprised when it went into my email and pulled all the contacts from there. It's kind of spooky with one application looking into another when your not prepared for it. But that got me set up with all my day to day contacts and bloggers. So now I have a new way to while away the long afternoon hours in the office when it's slow.

I've also been able to track down a few buds that I haven't been able to communicate with in years. It's great to find old friends. But I found one connection that so far is my best example of what this tool can do.

My beloved Lolli (also known as my personal tech support dept.) originally set up my profile on Facebook. I believe she got tired of my procrastination. Well I've known for a while that Lolli has a friend named Kate (Kate's my friend now too, Hi Katy!!) who was good friends with a gal named Julie. Julie just happened to be the granddaughter of a lady who took care of me growing up, Nanny. Nanny lived with her daughter and son-in-law in the house behind ours.

So through Facebook I found Kate & Julie and while looking at Julie's 'friends' I noticed she had a 'friend' who was also her uncle, Nanny's son-in-law. So I 'friended' him, sending a message saying hello and that I remembered he and his wife fondly. It took him a bit to remember/figure out who I was but when he did he sent me a message back saying hello, with a reference to his profile pic with his (then) baby daughter. The profile pic was taken in his old back yard. I looked at the picture closer and realized that behind him stood our old house and my bedroom window framed just above his head.

I have no idea how to end this 'story'(?) Anyway there you have it, Facebook took me back 40 years to my first bedroom window.

Small world indeed.