This Sabbath, I went to the visitors lunch after church. I sat next to a couple ladies, then one of the ladies daughters came and joined us. She was called Suzanne too. Then another visitor called Deborah came and sat next to me. She went to Southern, just like me, then finished at AUC…just like me. She told me that she lived in the center of three houses next to the gym, so I told her that I lived in the brown house. She was very surprised and said that she lived there before moving into the house. We knew so many of the same people. Later in conversation, I remembered another person that she might have known. She told me that she had dated that person and the he had asked her to marry him (but she didn’t). She was a widow at the time as her husband had died at the young age of 26.
that last Sabbath I had gone to a conservative group for one service and a contemporary group for the second service. At the contemporary group, they had a room with artifacts from Ethiopia. She said that the week before she had met a friend there and her friend had shown her around the room because the friend grew up in Gimbie, Ethiopia. I asked her name as my family lived in Gimbie. She said that her friends name was Wogensh. Now it was my turn to be surprised as we had someone that came to our house to help that had the same name. Deborah said that Wogensh was 47 and told her that she used to help the missionary families. That would have made Wogensh about 14 when she worked for us. Later that night, I told my parents the story and asked how old Wogensh would have been when she worked for us. She said, “About 14″. I’ll be sending Deborah a couple of pictures of Wogensh from years ago to see if it’s the same girl.
by Suzanne
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