We can all Sing ‘It’s a Small World After All’
We all know that one thing is for sure; the power of the World Wide Web has made this planet a very small place to live in. With emails being sent every second of every day and being delivered to the receiver’s inbox before you can say the word ‘tickadeeboo’, the level of communication and production has exponentially increased. Our society thrives on the internet to find answers to our questions, to entertain ourselves with and for some, to further our business opportunities on. Here you are reading this blog post about my travel experiences and thoughts all while being connected to the web. Do you ever find yourself thinking about the times before internet and cell phones even existed?
Picture of some really cool Mailboxes in New Zealand.
It wasn’t that long ago when research for school papers was done in the library looking through various encyclopedias or sending a facsimile was notable. It is easy to come to the conclusion that we have all adapted to the use of technology on a daily basis. It somewhat disturbs me to think however of the dependency we’ve grown to have on these materialistic items. Don’t get me wrong, I love my iPhone but sometimes it is my worst enemy. And Facebook is just a website; a page that enables me to grow my international network and provides me with an effective communication tool, it by no means defines my entire life nor is it an obsession. (I’d much rather surprise people and eat delicious chocolate!) Life is about so much more than being lost in today’s technology overload resulting in being disconnected to those around you. With that said however I do think that it is important to appreciate their purpose and manage their uses wisely.
I’ve titled this blog ‘We can all Sing It’s a Small World After All’
because it will cease to amaze me that no matter what country I travel to there is always someone somewhere who knows someone I know or better yet someone who surprisingly knows me! It used to be said that there is six degrees of separation between any two people. Today I suppose it could be said that we are all divided by only Six Pixels of Separation (book by Mitch Joel). I tested this theory during my second last week in New Zealand, where Nicola and I were delegates of the International Farm Management Association (IFMA) conference in Methven. With a dynamic group of international individuals I met undergraduate students from Cornell University, a lecturer from South Africa, extension staff from Kenya, directors from Argentina and a dairy consultant who loves to dance latino from Uruguay. All of whom had a mutual friend or knew of someone who was involved with a particular organization that I was familiar with. Many conversations took place that week and I have to say that I enjoyed speaking with the delegates from Africa the most. My anticipation continues to build for my upcoming trip to Zambia in 2012 and feel most honored to have been asked to represent as the RASC Next Generation leader and co-planner.
I always get a kick out of people. I admire the dynamic range of
characters and cultures along with the wealth of knowledge and sometimes overbearing of opinions they may have. I am convinced however that this world is really a small place when stories like the following one happens unexpectedly.
“Over the past month I have become good friends with Sam Johnson. Sam is good friends with Stephanie Jean. Steph is engaged to Ben, a local farmer who lives in Mayfield where Sam grew up. One day when Sam was telling Steph about these five farm girls from Canada Steph replied “Hey, I know who that is. I’ve been to their farm!” Go figure! I meet someone in New Zealand who just happens to have a close friend who knows about the Dargis Girls!”
To say the very least, we had an amazing weekend and having the chance to meet, party and golf with a fellow Canadian farm girl like Steph was like being temporarily back at home.
Picture of Ben, Stephanie, Sam & I at the ‘Pretty in Pink Ball’.
As I continue to admire all walks of life it may be apparent to you by now that I especially enjoy meeting our elderly generation. I consider myself lucky to have met Sam’s grandma, Bettsie Johnson (BJ). I couldn’t help but laugh out loud every time I would refer to an old piece of equipment as ‘good ol’ Bettsie’ then look at Sam as he reminds me that that is the name of his Grandma and in fact whose farm we were on at the time. BJ reminded me a lot of my Mémère Anne Boucher because it was evident that she knew what hard work was and very adamant in believing that getting the job done right meant doing it yourself. Her witty look mimicked that of Mémère Boucher’s and brought a smile to my face. I think that we in today’s society take the hardships that our older generations had to work through for granted. We have NO IDEA what it is like to live through a World War, a Great Depression or an Epidemic. Many of us take the supply of food and accessibility of money for granted. We should all be proud of and appreciate the determination and industrious work it took for our ancestry to survive. Without their successes we would not even be here!
Picture of Sam & BJ.
As I leave you with this final post about New Zealand (for now) and
travel to Australia for the next 2 months I would like to share a picture that I took of a recipe and well known Kiwi dessert, the Raspberry Fudge Brownie! I hope you enjoy this delightful sweet and who knows maybe you’ll share this NZ story and be surprised with the unexpected conversation of rediscovering new friends and some commonalities.
Remember it is a Small World After All! Bonne Appetite!
Picture of Recipe.