Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone

This is a re post for me – but I felt it fit in with the Daily Prompt today,

which asked:

Ever have an experience that felt surreal, as though you’d been suddenly transported into the twilight zone.


Six degrees of separation is the theory that everyone and everything is six or fewer steps away, by way of introduction, from any other person in the world. A chain of “a friend of a friend” statements can be made to connect any two people in a maximum of six steps. I believe this, and I also believe that there are no coincidences, that things do happen for a reason- call it fate, a master plan, whatever. I had what I think was an amazing occurrence along these lines. I began researching my husband’s family tree, scouring the internet, joining genealogy groups, finding people and learning as much as I could about the tiny town in Poland they had come from. And I mean tiny. Population maybe 200. Cousins marrying cousins. You get the idea. I set up a webpage with information about this tiny town in the hope of finding others.

I received an email from a woman who had family from that same town, and amazingly her grandfather had gone back in the 1930’s before World War II and taken movies. She asked if I would be interested in seeing them, she could make copies. Absolutely! What an exciting connection to have made. I waited a few weeks but did not receive anything so I emailed her. She told me she lived in a beach area filled with vacationers in the summer and traffic was horrendous on the route she needed to take to the place to make the copies, so she had been unable to go. I asked what town she was in, and when she told me I mentioned that my grandfather had owned a home in that area, where I spent my summers as a child. I mentioned the road, and she said her parents had owned a home on that road too. I have no idea why I decided to scan a photo of my grandfather’s home and email it to her, but I did. I believe that is where the “master plan”- fate came into play. What possessed me to email her the photo? So what if we both had grown up spending summers in the same town? She told me when she received the photo, she became confused – why had a photo of her parent’s home landed in her inbox? She didn’t remember emailing it- she said it was like she had entered the twilight zone. She emailed me inquiring how it was that I had a photo of her parents home in my possession. It turned out my grandfather’s house was built by her grandfather and sold by her parents to my grandfather. She sent me photos of the house being built, of her playing on the lawn as a child, the same lawn I had pictures of with me playing on as a child. I then sent her photos of the interior and she told me she had been with her grandmother when the dining room table was bought (the house was sold to my grandfather with some of the furniture)- the same table that was given to me when my grandfather died and now sits in my home. Another mystery was also solved – the house had a built in swimming pool with cement all around it edges. Engraved in the cement slab when you entered through the pool gate was the name Rustine. My family had always wondered what Rustine meant, was it a person, who was it? I found the answer, via a genealogical search in a tiny town in Poland- I had found and met Rustine.

19 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone

  1. This is such a cool thing to happen -and your writing is easy to read so it just flows – 🙂 but seriously, when things like this happen – it is hair raising – and spooky cool.

    or as you said – the “master plan”- fate came into play.

    that table must be extra special now – and what a connection to the past – this is beautiful


  2. This is a twilight zone type of story. I recall you writing about this a few months back. It’s always so intriguing to see the ties between people spread out all over the world. You never know who knows who. The world may look big, but it sure can be small at times.


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