To us, Anne is the splitting image of her father...but the similarities do not end with physical likeness. You see, Anne in the process of becoming a priest herself, following in the family tradition, as she says. As you can imagine, we had much to discuss over luncheon and it turns out there is another connection we did not know about, that being the connection between Louise and Anne's mum. Both of them worked at Mowbray Maternity Hospital as nurses in the early 1980's. The world just seems to keep getting smaller.
But we didn't just talk about the past. Anne is quite an interesting person in herself. Born in Cape Town prematurely as one of triplets, Anne miraculously survived. She spent her childhood years in the mission field in Ovamboland, various parishes in South West Africa (now Namibia), including Keetmanshoop and Walvis Bay, and in a boarding school of a prestigious school in South Africa...and later in various places in the US. She has a rich history, great experience, and captivating stories to tell. Not just a pretty face, as my dad would say.
As we were saying our goodbyes, I mentioned to Anne that our parents were probably chatting about our connecting with each other after all these years. Perhaps they are as amazed and as pleased as we are...
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