SoCS: Neighbors

Have I told you lately that I love my neighbors?

I do.

I reside in a large apartment complex and my building contains six apartments. With the exception of very new neighbors (it’s the one apartment that’s seen a lot of turnover), everyone else has been hanging out together, helping one another, and becoming friends as we live our separate lives with work and family. It’s an unusual situation for me as I’ve not experienced this type of camaraderie with neighbors in any other place that I’ve lived. One of the neighbors has become “the biking buddy” and we’ve been planning a fall vacation regarding same. She and I also like beer.

What more can I ask for?

In days past, growing up in a small town, I have vivid memories of old neighbors.

Mrs. A lived next door. She was the nosy neighbor.

Mrs. A’s house is behind me. Apparently, this was a snowpocalypse winter, but it did not keep the neighbor from sitting in a chair by the window to ensure all was right with the world and with the young lass standing outside in the furry winter coat. I was in her house one time and noticed a chair intentionally placed by the window. It’s where she sat every day to keep an eye on the neighborhood, like an early version of Neighborhood Watch.

Mrs. A made mom mad on more than one occasion with her nosy inquiries. She would come right out and say things like, “I noticed your husband was gone for a few days. Is everything okay?” Mom may have told her to mind her own business, but I imagine Mrs. A was simply a lonely elderly woman looking for something to do or something to gossip about. No, it’s not right, but that was her life.

On the other hand…

Grandma Petersen lived behind us.

Before I tell you about Grandma P, I have to apologize to mom for sharing a photo of her in curlers, although I’m surprised she allowed this photo to even be taken. Perhaps mom was so enamored with Grandma Petersen’s orange flowers that she forgot about the curlers. I hope her heavenly cheeks are not turning rosy from embarrassment.

Grandma P was a sweet, little lady, all of five foot (152 cm) tall. She was out in her garden all summer.

And she kept to herself in the winter. No chair sitting by the window, being nosy. I imagine she was spending time with family and looking at seed catalogs, preparing for the next spring planting season.

Mom enjoyed having Grandma Petersen as a neighbor, more so than Mrs. A.

Like family, you can’t always pick your neighbors, but one can always hope for the best.

Have I told you lately my neighbors are the best?

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.

Just go with the flow.

Like a babbling brook, ambling stream or running river. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making. This week’s prompt is “rosy.” Find a word that rhymes with “rosy” or use the word “rosy” and base your post on it.

27 responses to SoCS: Neighbors

  1. Dan Antion says:

    You are lucky to have good neighbors, and good memories. A neighbor who bikes and beers? Yahtzee!

    I remember the nosey neighbor, and the rosey grandma. These days, the prompt would have to be “rhymes with Boise” to describe our neighbors.

    I hope you have a nice long weekend.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Rhymes ith Boise…Ha! I like that, although I suspect the neighbors there were a little less than fun.

      The neighbors here are fun. We share food and stories and I’ve been watching two young girls grow up to be fabulous (credit the parents). I know there may be a day when I have to move again and I will not look forward to that.

  2. marianallen says:

    Grandma looks great–capable, funny, full of know-how and good advice. We have good neighbors, but I’d scoot over and make room for Grandma Petersen. My mom was the nosy neighbor around here. 😀

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I’d love to have a house and neighbor grandma and have her share life stories and teach me the gardening ways. That would be fun!

  3. J-Dub says:

    I’ll see your Mrs. A and raise you a Mrs. D. D as in Dovie Desborough. She was also the precursor to neighborhood watch. She’d always bust us and tell my parents whenever we had someone over while they were gone. Good memories. Now we live in a remote area with no next door neighbors really but we have traded phone numbers in case of emergencies.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Your Mrs. D reminds me of a former landlady who lived downsairs and knew my parents. Same thing…she would report bck to mom of my comings and goings and who came to visit. I was an adult then, so it really was none of her business. I didn’t stay there too long.

      • J-Dub says:

        Here in Texas we’d say she means well … bless her heart. But think dang what a nosy neighbor!! 😆

  4. M-R says:

    Neighbours can make or break one’s home, be it owned or rented. Which reminds me: are there many renters of houses (as opposed to flats or units or apartments) up there, M-J ? In my new place I am blessed with peace and quiet by all; and in my last I had wonderfully helpful neighbours over the fence, but not behind me. I love the photo of your mother in her curlers,and they are so very neatly in place !

    • bikerchick57 says:

      It’s my opinion that there are far more apartment renters than house renters in Appleton. Our area keeps growing along with the number of apartment complexes and so does the cost of rent. The duplexes and townhouses are too rich for my blood, so I’ll stay put where I am for awhile.

  5. I’m glad I could mosy on over to read your post today. You look nice and cosy in your winter coat. Love Grandma P. Wouldn’t those orange flowers make an impressive posy?

    You are very lucky to have good neighbours especially in close proximity. 😊

    • Shelley says:

      Aw, this is a lovely take on the rosy prompt. I bet you wish you would’ve hung onto that furry coat – you could’ve used it this past winter! LOL! It’s a weird take, but my Grandmother’s name was Grandma Petersen and she looked a lot like your neighbor… The neighborhood doesn’t look familiar, though, so must be another GP. 😉 Congrats on having neighbors you enjoy being around, it is nice, that’s for sure!

      • bikerchick57 says:

        This Grandma P lived in Waupaca and the photo was probably taken around 1970. Probably not the same lady…right?

      • Shelley says:

        I don’t recall her ever living there, so you’re right, not the same lady. But…if she had a twin, that would be your Grandma P!

  6. joey says:

    That’s so nice. I have had a lot of great neighbor friendships, many of which have continued after moves. I feel truly fortunate, and so I try not to fuss that I don’t have that here. I like most of our neighbors, but not THAT much. It’s good enough to have the kind of neighbors who keep an eye out. I liked Jim very much but he’s passed on. He lived in his kitchen window 🙂

    • bikerchick57 says:

      It’s great that you’ve made and kept friends with neighbors. I hope to stay connected with the neighbors here when I move again, especially my biking/beer buddy. Don’t want to give that up!

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