Archives

My parents fostered relationships with neighbors through shared meals, carpools, and kids galore at our home. I called my neighbors “aunt” and “uncle” because we had grown so close over the years of life together. None of us attended the same church, and we were politically different, but we respected and cared for each other.

These two people, side by side, walked unusually slowly. What caught my eye was the age difference between the two of them. The young man was in his 30s. The woman was older, perhaps mid-70s.