Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Well I Never!

Professor David Spiegelhalter of Cambridge University wants to know about your coincidences!

Music from the past

When I was young, I played with a cassette tape recorder and typically recorded my brother, sister and me talking, singing, etc. and sometimes I'd record America's Top 40 music show. It was the only way that I got most of my music back in the 70's as a kid. My family wasn't into buying current records. I recently retired in January 2020 and because of the Covid-19 quarantine, I thought it would be a good time to listen to the tapes to figure out which to throw away finally.

Ice Cream Coincidence

I sent a random Good Morning text to my siblings with a photo of an ice cream parlor we’d frequent as kids. It was a chain called Wil Wright’s that’s been out of business for decades. Four hours later, I’m reading the comments section on an article about weird restaurant incidents when I come across a commentor’s tale about an incident that happened years ago at Wil Wright’s.

The One Family

When I was a kid in 1995 I went to school with a boy he was the only other Indian kid in my class. In around 1997 he moved to another suburb/school. That year when we were at a close family friends apartment and I ran into the boy and his sister. They had moved into the apartment below my family friends apartment. Forward to 2001 on an overseas trip to India, we saw a school photo of the boys dad at my mums cousins house. Turned out the boys dad had gone to school and was friends with with my mums cousin.

2 separate deaths, 2 same names, connected by 1 house, wut??

Two years after my boyfriend/band mate and I moved out of my parents house, our best friend/also band mate and his brother were killed in a head on collision on the 405 freeway in LA. 2 months later, after their death, my parents sold that house me and my boyfriend had left. We didn’t realize until later but it turned out my boyfriend’s mom’s friend was the buyer. 6 months after moving her family in (8 months after our friends were killed) she was also killed in a head on collision.

And then, 35 years later. . .

When I was a rebellious teen living in northern Virginia during the early '70s, I ran away from home one summer. My dad, a veteran of three wars, went looking for me at a nearby hippie commune; emerging from the woods behind the commune dressed in full camo gear, armed with a military rifle, but I wasn't there. Many years later, while living in Florida, I went to lunch with a business associate, who told me a funny story she had heard from a old friend the week before.

Trivia game connections

I play a trivia game and the number of times I answer a question, often about something totally obscure, and then look up and see it on the tv, or hear a news item about it. I once asked a friend of mine in Phoenix whilst holidaying with them (I’m from Australia) while I was playing my game, “do you know the name of a particular US politician Mario somebody?” He answered immediately and then said “that’s him” and pointed to the TV within a second of answering

Because my grandma lived in Arkansas! Yeah, right /s

I'm a Californian. Arkansas, a place so foreign to most of us Californians, had never entered my mind until a free e-book about a young woman in Southern Arkansas landed in my iBooks library a few years back. I read lots of books so I decided what the heck, it's free, I'll read this one too. Although I didn't love the book, somehow I felt compelled to buy the other books in the series and read on. After several books, I became enraptured like no other book series in my life. I couldn't figure out why.

Same Book, Same time

I was in my bathroom and saw a book on the back of my toilet. I had read the book before, and I enjoyed it so I thought I should read it again sometime. I then started running other books through my head that I’ve read that I would possibly want to read again. “Ooo, The Shack! That was a good one, I should read that again.” Then for some reason I thought “I wonder if Haley (a friend of mine) has read it? I think she’d like it. So I texted her and asked if she’d read the shack? She replies almost instantly in as much shock as I was. She was reading the book when I asked her this!! How??

Now Voyager

Now Finale' to The Shore Now Life and Love, Finale' and Farewell Now, Voyager, Depart After listening to a moving choral setting of these new-to-me Whitman lines, by Thomas Ades, I went to the Peabody Institute Library in Danvers to return some books.

On the Eve of Thanksgiving

One Wednesday night Donna was baking pies for the next day's Thanksgiving crowd of ten, and the heating-element of the oven disintegrated. In desperation I called Douglass Appliance in Danvers, where I bought parts for household items, on the slight chance that they were still open. Miraculously, someone answered. The shop had been closed for hours, but the owner had returned for just a minute to pick up some papers.

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