Hello again, Gill.
This time she comes bearing bad neighbour stories and wondering about our own.
For us, that’s easy. There are these ones and these ones and these ones and these ones and these ones and these ones and these ones and these ones and probably a few I’m forgetting. Yes, we’ve had good neighbours too, but a good neighbour is a neighbour you don’t often have to write about. To paraphrase myself in one of these old posts, a good neighbour is one that’s either friendly or stays out of the way.
Fortunately, I grew up in a neighborhood filled with wonderful people who were more than happy to lend a helping hand. Whether driving my sister to skating lessons, bringing a casserole to a bereaved person down the way or gathering at someone’s home to welcome a new baby, my neighborhood took care of and cared for its own like family. Depending on when and where you grew up you might have had a similar experience to mine, but here’s hoping you didn’t have one of these neighbors.
- Redneck dreamin – A British lotto winner barely out of his teens moved in to an upscale neighborhood and quickly made enemies. He created a crash derby park where at any given time day or night he’d have people over to race cars.
- Disgracefully hateful – Last year I wrote about a Missisauga Ontario Canada woman screaming for a white doctor to treat her son’s chest pains, but it turns out there’s a touch more racist venom to this story. Living in a racially diverse city like she did, you would think that she would have enough brains to keep her hate at the doorstep. No, no such luck, local law enforcement was called after she was heard hurling racist abuse at a black neighbor.
- Dear neighbor – Apparently another Canadian in the Toronto area didn’t get the memo about inclusion. A woman with an autistic son received a disgusting note telling her to move away or have her son euthanized. The letter also contained a lot of other vile, hateful stuff that hurts my heart to even think about.
What are your best and worst neighbor stories?