Friends I could have had…


This is a post I made on Facebook, but it’s relevant to this blog so I’m reposting it here.  On a related note, I am starting to get my homesteader blogging mojo back, so I’ll regale you with new (and original to this blog) posts very soon.

after an enjoyable evening with a long-time friend, i stopped to pick up several perfect-condition animal cages (sweet!) in front of a house a few doors down that the owners were getting rid of as part of their move.  we started a conversation (this is midnight, btw), in which i discovered that she’s a vet, they have a 3 1/2 yo daughter, they’ve been talking about us (nicely) to their friends and calling us the “garden people,” and they’re super cool.  she even gave me a big bag of girl-baby stuff for a friend’s son’s friend.  they are, by now, halfway to florida, where they are relocating.  we’ve lived near each other for almost 6 years, have kids close in age, and just met over some discarded items that caught my eye.  when i was a kid, i knew EVERYONE on my street.  we weren’t friends with everyone, but our family knew them.  there are people on my street i’ve tried to engage in conversation who won’t acknowledge me when we’re outside.  the political sociologist in me wants to write a paper.  the human in me is sad.  the citizen in me is frustrated at the whole “bowling alone” phenomenon and how we’ve insulated ourselves into a society of lost opportunities for contact and camaraderie.  my two cents for the day.


One response to this post.

  1. I walked my hood one July fourth eve, after a tornado struck and took out the power and trees and two houses, and handed all my neighbors an index card with my name and daughter’s name, my address & phone #s, email, and the name and address and ph of my work place. Of the seven, ONE responded in kind. She is my buddy. I think she is 80. She gets it. We share plants and gossip. Regardless, when it snows big, I take out my giant snowthrower and clear the street and all of their driveways…All but one of them wave at me, but they are not the neighbors of my childhood. Sad. Maybe it was because the neighborhood WAS the social network?


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