At the first NYS convention in Ithaca in 1989, my friend Paula M. (now Paula P.), who grew up in a suburb north of Boston, introduced me to the husband of her high-school gym teacher (PF = Paula's Friend). He had never attended a Sacred Harp singing before, and Paula wanted me to take him under my wing for the evening. We did the usual getting-to-know-one-another conversation, and in less than ten minutes our conversation turned into:
"...and my wife grew up in a very small town near the Capital District."
"Really? So did I. Which town is she from?"
"(!!!) I'm from Berlin, too! What's her family?"
"She's a C****."
"(!!!) M******'s daughter?"
"(!) Yes! How did you know?"
"Your mother-in-law was the organist at the First Day Baptist Church when my dad was hired as the pastor in 1963. Oh, and is my high-school classmate C**** your niece?"