Event takes place at Write on Wednesday every Wednesday.“We make our friends; we make our enemies; but God makes our next door neighbor.”~Gilbert ChestertonMy favorite old neighbor moved away yesterday, and each time I look across the street to his darkened house, I feel an unexpected pang of emptiness. Good neighbors are rare and fleeting these days, and often mean more than you know.Write aboutGood Neighbors
My husband and I haven't had a home of our own yet. The neighbors I remember are the ones next to my parents house, The Walters. They are an older couple, older then my parents who are in there 60's. They have children, grandchildren and possibly some great grandchildren. What I remember most is how giving they have always been to us. We have no problem asking for that cup of sugar we might need and they have no problem asking for an egg or two. Mr. Walters use to own a lunch truck and we use to get the stuff that wasn't sold but close to date like little containers of milk and chocolate milk ...and sandwiches.
Now Mr.Walters is retired and most of day takes care of Mrs. Walters who has alzheimers.
When we do get that place of our own I can't picture having another neighbor that has been as nice to us then some have. That is not saying that others in the neighborhood have not been good to us. There is the nice overflow of tomatoes from the neighbor behind us or the call from the neighbor across the street who wants to know if we are okay because smoke is coming out the door.(mom left a pot on the hot stove).
It will be sad to leave these neighbors because most of us tend to spend time inside and have trouble making friends with neighbors.