Today was a creatively inspiring day. Today I went from not having any neurons firing in my brain to a cosmic overload of things I want to talk about.
On Friday I wrote a post about my first crush. It was a Daily Prompt that inspired me to write a cute, truth-based story in response to the idea. I haven’t thought about that adorable, freckled-faced red-head for many years but writing that post made me smile thinking about him. The story also encouraged me to check the vast world-wide web to see if he would appear in real form instead of just the memory of a six-year-old. The result of my search was successful and way beyond my expectations. It also took me in a few directions I had not anticipated.
I had reached out to him on LinkedIn and found that he graciously accepted my invitation, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, but he accepted nonetheless. We exchanged a few words and he inquired about the blog post that led me to him. I acquiesced and sent him the link. His initial response after reading it was more favorable that I imagined and I was curious to see where his life had led him after our brief time together in school so many years ago.
The object of my youthful affection is a now a documentary filmmaker in Toronto. He has won several awards for his talent, including two Juno awards, and is now working on a project that is far closer to my life than I would have thought possible. His company is called Regular Horse Productions (he was formerly with Horse’s Mouth Media) and he is currently making a film about Massey Hall, a significant Canadian structure, a piece of history that MY ancestors donated to the city of Toronto in 1894. My middle name is that same family name and carries on the tradition of the historic family that is etched into the arts and entertainment district of one of the most popular cities in the world.
I have yet to discover the direction that his documentary will follow but I will be waiting with bated breath to see how my family history will come to life. I have three original Chatelaine magazines from June to August of 1964 that document and detail the pilgrimage and the ancestral tree of the Massey family dating back to 1531. Perhaps one day Andy and I will share a coffee and some conversation about my ancestors that will help shed some light on how that beloved plot of land was donated so many years ago and still thrives in Toronto today.
And to think, this random connection almost forty years later began with a school-girl crush and a lost bunny……who knew?