Sunday, April 21, 2019
Today my friend Rose who blogs as Pics & Pieces posted a piece about her helpful neighbor. It got me thinking about some of our best neighbors. I think the one at the top of our list would be Ed.
We moved in our home in 1976. Ed quickly came across the street to introduce himself and bring us a whirly-gig he had made from yarn and dowel rods. We cherished it until the weather just killed it from old age. We were in our early 20s while Ed had just retired from the local newspaper. Shortly after we moved in, Terry was laid off . One morning shortly before Easter we woke up to find a ham on the hood of our car.
Ed became like a grandfather to us. He would come over and ask Terry for help or to fix this or that. Ed would bring us a gift of some crafty item he had made or some tool he told Terry he knew he would never use again but Terry would, like post hole diggers.. We had his wooden butterflies on our fence for many years until they also died a weathered death. Ed's wife Bonnie would bring us her specially decorated Santa cookies at Christmas. Laurie would be sure to take them a piece of birthday cake when we celebrated birthdays including her dog's birthday. They loved that.
We kind of resented Ed and Bonnie's son. He was Terry's age and we hardly ever saw him come to see or help his dad.
When Ed died, he left a little monetary gift to us. We felt honored that he loved us that much, as we loved him. He left the house to his son and his pride and joy his Model T Ford that Ed always drove in the local parade and their Air Stream travel trailer. Soon the son and his wife moved in the house. Sold the Model T Ford and the Air Stream RV. He also came over and asked Terry to give him back the post hole diggers. On principle, Terry refused.
We miss seeing Ed and Bonnie across the street and our visits to pass a bit of time. Needless to say we don't interact much with his son except for a friendly wave. We DID take their trash can back up to their house when the son was in the hospital because that's what neighbors do.
I think we are good neighbors that are willing to help. That is the Spirit of America, don't you think?
Grateful: Today I am grateful that Terry and I have remained the good neighbors that we were taught to be.
Do you have a neighbor that is special to you? I hope so.
Posted by Carol- Beads and Birds at 10:18 AM