Sometimes it’s the little victories.
Like making it through Wednesday, right?
But wait. Sometimes a serendipitous moment just takes your breath away.
Yes, it happens. The world is a smaller place because of the Internet and the potential for happy accidents is, well, infinite. Like Horace Walpole, you merely need to be open to good things and accept the gifts that come your way.
Horace Walpole, the 4th Earl of Orford, coined the word serendipity, a pleasant surprise. He was a curious intellectual. Horace would have loved the Internet.
When he read the Persian fairy tale “The Three Princes of Serendip”, he was enthralled by the princes who made amazing discoveries by accident. And the word serendipity was born.
” This discovery, indeed, is almost of that kind which I call Serendipity, a very expressive word. And was formed from a fairy tale, called The Three Princes of Serendip: as their highnesses travelled, they were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of.”
So here’s my fairy-tale-story. I got an email from a folksinger/songwriter/poet in the UK. It seems that while he was searching the Internet, Google linked John Richards to a post I wrote about my dad, Foundryman’s Daughter.
Serendipity, I’m telling’ ya.
John says that he has a lot of songs covered by UK folk artists and the most recent one is Foundryman’s Daughter. Don’t you just love Google?
THE FOUNDRYMAN’S DAUGHTER
(partly inspired by the experience of John’s daughter when going to University)
They laughed at your past and the town you were born in
Laughed when you spoke of your romantic dreams
They made you feel small in the biggest of cities
Friendship it seems isn?t all that it seems
They laughed at the hopes of the father that loved you
Foundryman’s girl in a smoke covered town
Where life had been hard for this King and his Princess
With no silver spoons and no golden ball gowns
But be who you are
And be proud of where you?ve come from
Be true to yourself
And be true to those that wish all that’s best for you
Don?t ever forget you’re as good as the next man
And better than most when you know who you are
You’ve made your own way
Earned the things that surround you
Houses and land and a seamless blue sky
But you won’t forget how to treat those around you
Foundryman’s girl with such steel in her eye.
You know who you are
And you’re proud of where you’ve come from
You’re true to yourself
And you’re true to those who wish all that’s best for you
Don’t ever forget you’re as good as the next man
And better than most when you know who you are.
John wrote this song in honor of his dad, a foundryman made redundant after 20 years of service via an impersonal letter posted through the door. Have a listen.
John is one special guy. Not only did he seek me out because of our shared history, he sent me the CD.
I know his dad would be so proud. Maybe John will share a photo of his foundryman father to post alongside mine.
So, that’s the story. Who could ask for anything more?
P.S. A big hello to everyone who is reading WWWW for the first time — *waves* — thanks for being here!