September 1 2017

Neighbor (Five Minute Friday)

Your neighbor may be the anchor in your neighborhood. When we lived in our little house, our first house as a married couple, we had neighbors who we considered an anchor. This couple was in their eighties and could tell us about when the big church across the street was built and what a mess the cutting of the stones made in the form of excess dust in their homes. This couple took excellent care of their home and yard. They cared about what happened to the neighborhood. When the house we ended up buying went on the market, they made sure their new next door neighbors would be a good fit for the neighborhood by introducing themselves to anyone who came to see the house. We thought they were so friendly and just an adorable old couple. He was tall and thin, she was less than five foot tall and not thin, but not fat either. They made such a cute couple. They had been married for over sixty years and were obviously completely devoted to each other.

They made us want to do a good job taking care of our yard so it would look good next to theirs. We loved chatting over the fence with them. They had friends over all the time and spent a lot of time on their screened-in carport. When it snowed, Orville would get out his snow blower and clear his driver way. Then he would do the one on the other side of us because she was an older single lady, her parents had been friends of theirs. If he still had enough energy when he was done with both those driveways, he would often clear ours too because he knew we were busy working and raising the kids. He was just that kind of neighbor. His wife, Opal, would share starts of her plants and freely give advice if asked on how to take care of various garden plants. It seemed they had lived in their home well over fifty years and had watched with interest as many of the houses nearby were built. Some might call them nosy neighbors, but we thought of them as protective of their home and those nearby. We felt safe knowing they were on duty watching over the goings on around their home. When they grew older, Opal was the first to go. Orville was never quite the same after she died. He seemed sadder and moved slower. Not long after, Orville also passed away and the house went on the market. The new owners planned to rent it out, what a shame. The neighborhood was never the same once these wonderful anchors were gone.

Are you an anchor in your neighborhood?

This post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday link-up!
The prompt this week is: Neighbor
The assignment: Write for five minutes on the word of the week. This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation. Just write.



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Posted September 1, 2017 by Karen Beidelman in category "Five Minute Friday

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4 COMMENTS :

  1. By bluecottonmemory on

    Those are the ones God sends to mentor and lift you up as you grow up! What a wonderful connection. We have connections like that with some families in our neighborhood – some don’t choose to have connections, which is so very sad! The ones that do are blessing, pure and simple! Wishing you Shalom in your weekend!

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  2. By Andrew Budek-Schmeisser on

    Great post, and every neighbourhood needs an anchor.

    Ours is a rural mesa-top neighbourhood, and having been here 10 years, I’m guessing I’m kind of an anchor as I am now too ill to go out, and on the property 24/7. The folks here know I’m watching after their houses, and if their dogs turn up in our yard, I’ll take care of them until they can be picked up.

    And if they find a stray, Bob’s your uncle and I’m your man, for we never turn away a stray dog. Or cat.

    I think, sometimes, that my wife is a bit concerned that she’ll come home from work and find a stray refugee family in the sunroom.

    #1 at FMF this week.

    https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2017/08/your-dying-spouse-357-fine-sense-of.html

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  3. By Carol on

    How nice to have the anchor in your neighborhood. Loved the story about Orville and Opal. Gardening is a good conversation/relationship starter in the neighborhood. Thanks for visiting my blog post.
    Carol recently posted…A Good NeighborMy Profile

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  4. By Theresa Boedeker on

    Loved your story about Orville and Opal. People like them do make a neighborhood a special place. You know someone has your back and will be there to help if needed. Imagine if we all had an Orville and Opal in our neighborhood?

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