tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839440111268667274.post2343856964458259995..comments2023-06-01T18:03:09.243+10:00Comments on The Idea of Home: Great house, shame about the neighboursAlison Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04492848177186327971noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839440111268667274.post-73795232275530231232011-05-26T16:03:14.465+10:002011-05-26T16:03:14.465+10:00Hi Stompy, Kathleen Norris writes about a friend w...Hi Stompy, Kathleen Norris writes about a friend who, consoling a dying mother, said 'in heaven, you'll see everyone you love' and her mother rebuked her, saying, 'in heaven, I will love everyone I see'. I sort of think that about my neighbours - I'm supposed to love my neighbours, not become neighbours with those I love. But when they emphatically don't want to be loved - now there's the rub!Alison Sampsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04492848177186327971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839440111268667274.post-60269660543573274182011-05-26T14:02:32.648+10:002011-05-26T14:02:32.648+10:00Alison, I wish could be your neighbour and you min...Alison, I wish could be your neighbour and you mine! I have the same problem with my neighbours - on both sides, they are post-war migrant families, now grandparents, with grown up sons living at home. Rude, litigious in attitude (one has instigated mediation simply because he doesn't like the trees we have planted along our driveway; the other told us he'd prefer we call the cops than simply speak to him directly when we politely asked him to stop using power tools at midnight). I long for the sort of friendly neighbours I had as a child. Wish I knew what the answer is.Stompyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00942419559390538022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839440111268667274.post-42091228419099934132011-05-18T13:59:58.065+10:002011-05-18T13:59:58.065+10:00Glad to hear some of you have terrific neighbours ...Glad to hear some of you have terrific neighbours and that the world is not totally frozen over but boy, am I envious! And how depressing to think that we picked the wrong street... now what to do about it??? alison.Alison Sampsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04492848177186327971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839440111268667274.post-75603147868653213192011-05-17T22:04:43.051+10:002011-05-17T22:04:43.051+10:00Alison you make me feel blessed to live in a place...Alison you make me feel blessed to live in a place where I, last week, used the lawnmower belonging to the gang up the street, a few weeks ago fed the chooks who live over the back fence with the family who babysits for us, and who recently proffered (over the back fence) a gift of quince jelly, and a week before that had a lovely dinner and wines down the road with not one but two sets of neighbours!<br />Becrebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10391211750413176419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839440111268667274.post-35714654492094832612011-05-17T20:08:02.681+10:002011-05-17T20:08:02.681+10:00This reminds me of how I have been feeling lately ...This reminds me of how I have been feeling lately about how disconnected humans are with each other out in the wide world, even within our small communities. I have become an onlooker at Kinder, looking on at the friendships already formed ,the mums whom always say hi but little else. I hate this I wish we could all just lose the facade and realise that we are all the same. <br />I am so grateful for my street and my neighbours, our rental is shonky, and dark my neighbours are the only reason I am here, I love them.<br /> Get out that chalk you have a right to enjoy your veranda and your path. I'd even have your kids be overly freindly, surely they could melt such cold hearts.humble habithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08957058996766153624noreply@blogger.com