I think
that everyone should have a 96 year old neighbor living across the street from
them. It really gives you perspective on
things. When they first moved in, I took
cookies over to our neighbor and his much younger bride. (Bride.
They were newlyweds!) He thought
this was a wonderful gesture and proceeded to remind me each time someone new
moved in that I should do the same for them.
So I would – sometimes happily, sometimes grudgingly, but he was right,
it was a nice thing to do. He also hated
to see women mowing the lawn. Any time
he saw me out there cutting the grass, Bill or I would hear about it
later. He would provide us with a comment,
a harrumphing tone, or a haughty eyebrow indicating his disapproval. And again, in a way, he was right. Not in that women shouldn’t cut grass, but
women who hate to cut grass and don’t have to really should not. Bill likes to cut the grass and I was not
really helping him at all by periodically butchering the lawn.
Our
neighbor took an active interest in our kids, in the families around him and in
doing so made all of us get involved with each other as well. It is easy to just pull into your garage at
night and forget that there are families living along side you raising their
kids as you raise yours. He and his wife
have an uncanny way of getting us to be invested in those around us. For a long time, they were front and center
at all the neighborhood activities, showing the rest of us that it is wise to
make the time to invest in others. They
showed us that it is important to carve out a sense of community and to truly
get to know the people along your fence line.
Our
neighbor is a quiet member of that Greatest Generation. He served in World War II, but
he deemed his service not as important as others. He would not talk much about the war or his
part in it. He would dismiss it like it
was no big deal but he was out there at sunrise every holiday that required a
flag, unfurling his American flag, hoisting it up and smartly saluting it
before going back inside. The first time
I saw him do this, I was instantly choked up.
There was something so beautiful in this old man who stood a little more
stooped over each year, but became ramrod straight when it came to saluting his
flag.
It didn’t take much time or effort but it helped cement for us that with just a little forethought and some consideration, tradition can be a constant in our lives as well. Thank you, Bentley.
Thank you for this beautiful tribute to my grandfather - it means so much to our family!
ReplyDeleteHe was an amazing man and it was my privilege to know him.
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