Karen Nazor HillI love where I live – on a dead-end street in a nice, quiet neighborhood.
Our neighbors are nice, but we rarely see one another, and I understand why. Everyone is busy. We’re either at work or busy with our families. We just don’t take the time to get to know one another better.
It didn’t use to be that way.
When I was growing up in Fort Oglethorpe, Ga., my family knew every family in our neighborhood. The majority of the children went to the same school, so when we weren’t in school, there’s a good chance we were playing together in the neighborhood.
It wasn’t much different for my children growing up in Brainerd. Though my children went to parochial and private schools, they still knew every child in the neighborhood.