Leftovers in the Neighborhood

Neighbors Shawn and Holly had a fun idea for a street party on Sunday. Early in the afternoon they suggested we bring leftovers to share, and the response was a resounding YES! We converged at the appointed time and began laying out our dishes on a long folding table on Shawn’s lawn. As soon as most of the food was there, a dark cloud moved overhead, accompanied by thunder and raindrops. You should have seen us scramble! I picked up a heavy glass pitcher and two trays that might have slid off, and the fellows lifted the table onto the porch.

Before even thinking of filling our plates, we admired the rainbow in our yards. I’m sure Holly was aiming at her house where half the bow was. I wanted to catch the other end in our yard. That’s when I realized that trees continued to grow after we moved here six years ago. Our ugly tan house was barely visible. It takes a little imagination to see the rainbow in the middle of the picture.

Rainbow in the center. Trucks are in almost every photo from the South.

We settled down to eat, and everyone looked at the camera at my request. What a cooperative bunch! Only Logan and I were missing. Left to right were Jeff, David, Bob, Joyce, Dawn, Holly, Shawn, and John. This is the whole cast of characters who often appear in my posts, residents of the five houses at this end of the short street.

When an adult left the area, Logan sat down to eat. This should have been a video, because Logan was swinging his leg as he ate and the cat wandered by. That was action eating. Logan was very helpful in fetching things, cleaning up, walking Joyce home in the dark, and carrying our chairs back to our porch. He’s always a bright star in the ‘hood.

33 thoughts on “Leftovers in the Neighborhood

  1. I do see the rainbow. Always fun to see it end somewhere in our yard or pasture.Logan must be the only young man in the hood….doesnt seem to bother him..,,,makes him special.


    1. It would be wonderful if Logan had playmates in this area, but there are no children here. Because of restrictions, he has not had contact with any school friends. Thankfully, he has been able to play with his niece who is about two years younger than he is. Logan knows we all love him.


  2. The sky is dark and the sun and a shadow appear – that is amazing. I love that everyone is tucked onto the long porch, safe and sound and away from the rain. Many years from now Logan will have his own home and begin traditions of his own to encourage the neighbors to gather and break bread together.


      1. That is a very long porch. My mom used to talk about her grandparents’ porch – it was a farmhouse and the porch wrapped around the house. My grandmother had 8 siblings … they were hard pressed to find a place to eat together when company came like the holidays or when they brought the crops in and others came to help do that so they made meals for them. She said it was quite cramped. Big porch, but not that big of a house. My porch is about 3 X 3 feet square and you can’t even put a chair on it.


          1. We used to get a magazine called “Country” and I’d see the big porches with a rocking chair and a side table, tall glass of iced tea and a magazine – I’d be envious. Yes, my mom worried every Halloween that too many kids would cram onto the porch and fall off of it in their zeal for candy. It is small and nothing enclosing it.


              1. My mom loved to roller skate but her childhood home porch was not that large. However, St. Claren’s Avenue, where she grew up, was on a steep slope. The kids would walk up to the main drag and roller skate down the street which they called “the hill” – it was quite the incline. I never roller skated as a kid, as we had gravel driveways and roads, so a big piece of childhood fun missed.


  3. I love little boys always moving. I really hadn’t been around one until our grandson since we had three daughters. I can just see Logan happily eating and moving.


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