I know it will be hard for you city folks to imagine but here in the
remote swamp, everybody talks to everybody. We talk to the grocery store
checker and whoever's next in line. We invite a person in a hurry to come
on ahead while we visit. We admire the beautiful babies and plan supper
together. Today's major topic was: what are you feeding your pets since all
of the pet food recalls? I lost. The winner was the store's manager. Her
kitty has expressed a great fondness for pineapple and mayonnaise
sandwiches. I was too tickled to ask if the crusts had to be cut off or not.
I understand talking to your neighbor perfectly. Once when my DS had just
started High School he dialed a wrong number and was on the phone for over
an hour. It was always someone who knew you or knew of you or at least
knew all of your relatives.
You also wave at everyone you meet on the road.
Vikki in WA State
Like us Vikki and Polly. Here in the Village everyone knows (or knows of)
everyone else. Like I always say to DH - you can't go up to the store to
pick up bread (never milk cause it's delivered) without running into
someone. Never five minutes when an hour of chit chat will do.
And it's always when y'all are wearing your daggiest clothes. Always. Yup
Sorry to be VERY OT, but you all are just the wealth of all knowledge.
After completing a modified version of a wall hanging called Easter
Blessings (well, all the applique is done), I decided to pick up an old
cross stitch pattern I had set down for a few (maybe more than a few) years
called Time and Season by Moira Blackburn. Now that I have new glasses, I
can see to work on it again. Well....when I went into the basket I had it
in, I have only half the pattern!!! I have NO idea where the rest is and I
have a nearly half finished project. Nordic Needle sells the pattern, but
it is $20 + shipping. Does anyone know of a group similar to Quilters Flea
Market that would sell / trade this type of thing? With vet bills this
month, plus the grandbaby's birthday, my anniversary, etc. I just wanted to
find a less expensive way to finish it. As it is, it is back in the basket.
Thanks for ANY suggestions,
Paulette in WV
where the winds have stopped, it is only lightly raining and we are
supposted to have a GREAT Weather Weekend
Here in farm country of central NY, it's very much the same. We have a
little store in town that everyone goes to and even folks who don't know
you will comment on the weather or a pretty scarf.
We are feeding adult son's puppy the dry Purina Puppy Chow, and table
scraps. Well, they are not scraps since I fix his plate first so everything
can be cooling! I don't have grandchildren, so I count Recess as a
grandpuppy. As in Recess peanut butter cups.
Here in Florida we prefer to feed the gators some of the aggravating
Barbara in FL
Pretty much the same here in Princeton, NJ metro area (if this can
really be described as a 'metro' area). Our tiny little town (1 mi.
square) is very much the same. Can't walk into the grocery (or any
other) store in town without running into at least a dozen people you
know and must have a chat with. And I agree with whomever said you
always have on the rattiest clothes you own! Now, I've only lived
here for the last 16-17 years so I'm a new-comer to this
neighborhood. DH, however, has lived in the same town his entire
life. I don't think there's a place in the state that we've been to
that we haven't run into someone he either grew up with, were his
parents friends, etc. So much so that while on our honeymoon at the
Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta we had a knock on the hotel room door from
a rather elderly gentleman that had been in the service with my FIL!
Not sure if that makes the family famous or infamous!
Kim in NJ
I still have quite a few counted cross stitch patterns
from 'back in the day.' I could check for this one, but
need more information. Was your pattern a single one,
or did you cut it from a magazine, or is it in a ccs
book? Details, woman, details!
Here in the Midwest there is a phrase called "Midwest Nice" and it
does, indeed apply. That is one of the things that appeals to me about
living here. There are plenty of negatives, as there are everywhere,
but when you live in a small town which only has one phone prefix and
everybody just uses 4 digits when they give out their phone number,
you do truly know you are living in a small town. Quite a change of
pace from 45 years of living in the San Francisco Bay
My "new" home is like that in Oz - four (or sometimes five
if you are from a "bit out of town") digit phone numbers
I have only been here for about 5 1/2years and they told me
from day1 that even if I lived here for another 50 I would
never be a "local" . . . . but then they smile and say that
after 20 years you can say you are "from" Ararat rofl
When I was having the house built, my builder was most
concerned that after such an "adventurous" life in the Air
Force and being a "city-ite" I might make this huge
commitment to a home in an area I would not be happy in. He
warned me that small towns can be a hard adjustment for
newcomers. But having moved 2 dozen times I have found that
most places have their good and bad sides, and if you
approach a new place and new people prepared to like them,
you probably will.
He (the builder who has lived in town all his life and his
family back three generations) now calls in to see me to
catch up on town news. I entered a quilt in a local quilt
show when I arrived just as a way to meet people, and I now
have a constant steam of sewers through my house at least 5
days a week. It doesn't matter that I don't get out much,
they come to me and keep me up with ALL the news. That
wouldn't happen so easily in a big city. (Although my
sit'n'sew group from the city thinks I can't like the people
out here as much as I liked them because I don't cook fresh
muffins for quilting visitors here. I haven't disillusioned
them by explaining that I would be baking EVERY day out here
instead of once a week in town rofl)
I guess I am kind of, sort of city folk Polly. I grew up with a mom
that had 'never met a stranger'. She was the talkingest (and
listeningest) woman around. I guess I sort of learned to be chatty
watching an expert. Now ds in his new work has been told he has 'the
gift of gab'. He isn't so chatty as mom and me but knows how to be when
needed. I consider it a fine trait.
On the subject of dog chow I asked the vet on Tuesday when we saw her.
She is feeding her pooches Eukanuba dry food. Whoever said that cat
liking pineapple and mayo was pregnant is probably right. That is
sure a funny picture.
I have a funny story to tell about talking to strangers. In February DH and
I were at the U of I basketball game and there were two fellows sitting next
to us in seats that are usually empty...the season ticket holder rarely
comes. The halftime entertainment was the twirler from the marching band
doing her last exhibition before graduating after 5 years of performing. I
had made a few comments to my DH and some friends who sit behind us and I
noticed the young man sitting next to me nodding in agreement and he even
added some info. So I asked him how he knew her, etc. He said he'd been in
marching band with her and they were friends. I then had to add that our DD
had been in marching band with her too. In a matter of a minute or two, we
discovered he knew DD, he asked where she was living now (nearby!) if she
was still dating M...(no!), did we think it would be ok if he called her,
(yes,.... once out of college, the social life of a small town teacher tends
to be a little slow) and could he have her phone number. Before the game
was over the two of them were sending text messages on their phones, had a
date for that night and have been a hot item ever since! Both have thanked
me several times for talking to a stranger!!! It wasn't until later that I
had the thought that I should have checked with her before giving him her
phone number....what if he had been that guy in band you never wanted to see
again?? But I had a feeling I'd seen him before....yup, in some of her band
trip pictures....hugging. Ahhhhhhh, young love!
Sounds like many of you live in very friendly places. Here in Boca Raton,
FL, people don't talk to neighbors much. After 7 years I am now on waving
status with 4 of my neighbors and only 1 kknow well enough to borrow a cup
of sugar. I work a day or two a month for her husband doing bookkeeping. I
am so chatter starved, I guess that is why I like all you ladies. I have a
place to go to share my life.
When I first moved interstate I was sharing a house with two
work mates, one of whom owned the house we were sharing. I
introduced him to his next door neighbour of eight years. I
met the neighbour when I said "Hello" while watering the
garden one evening. His immediate response - "You're not
from here are you?" Apparently it was almost unheard of to
just chat to your neighbours.
The two of them finished up doing quite a lot of business
OTOH - My best friend made a rare visit to me interstate
once and met many of my neighbours in the course of her
stay. She used to ask after them whenever we chatted by
phone. On a visit to her I commented that John was having
trouble adjusting to his crutches since he broke his leg,
and she said "John who?" - her next door neighbour! She
still knows some of my neighbours better then she knows her
own, even from over 200km.
Don't give up on the neighbours! They may yet realise what
they are missing by not knowing you.