The neighbours growing up
When I was growing up, we were lucky enough to know all of our associated neighbours. We also lived in a very multicultural area. Our English/Aussie Stock family, Italians on one side, and Greeks on the other. No one really cared when we were kids, as we were all just kids who mucked around together. The Italian family, the L's (shortened here for identity purposes!), had lots of brothers and sisters in the mix, who also lived in other houses around the street. I became good friends with Adrian, the son of our neighbours.
This weekend Mr and Mrs L were up in Noosa on holiday. We had to go up to Noosa to bring my mum back to Brisbane (which is a whole story in itself), so we thought we'd join mum and dad in visiting the L's. I took Aidan and Callum up with me, whilst Anth stayed in Brisbane and took Ethan to see Superman Returns. I took mum and the kids up to Hastings Street, and we all met up together at one of the local restaurants for coffee and drinks, and then a walk along the beach.
It was great to catch up with these neighbours, whom I hadn't seen for a few years. These were people who helped oversee about 30 of us kids, when we used to run amuck around the neighbourhood. I always remember going next door and going through their record collection, as well as playing their piano, and watching their colour TV (way back when we only had a black and white TV!) Mrs L was always easy going, and Mr L always had crazy Italian words of advice, but through it all their family always seemed to be king. Their 3 kids turned our excellent, and when I got married, I was glad to have Adrian in our wedding party.
Ciao for Now, Reminiscing Angry Dad.
This weekend Mr and Mrs L were up in Noosa on holiday. We had to go up to Noosa to bring my mum back to Brisbane (which is a whole story in itself), so we thought we'd join mum and dad in visiting the L's. I took Aidan and Callum up with me, whilst Anth stayed in Brisbane and took Ethan to see Superman Returns. I took mum and the kids up to Hastings Street, and we all met up together at one of the local restaurants for coffee and drinks, and then a walk along the beach.
It was great to catch up with these neighbours, whom I hadn't seen for a few years. These were people who helped oversee about 30 of us kids, when we used to run amuck around the neighbourhood. I always remember going next door and going through their record collection, as well as playing their piano, and watching their colour TV (way back when we only had a black and white TV!) Mrs L was always easy going, and Mr L always had crazy Italian words of advice, but through it all their family always seemed to be king. Their 3 kids turned our excellent, and when I got married, I was glad to have Adrian in our wedding party.
Ciao for Now, Reminiscing Angry Dad.
posted by Wes at 11:01 pm
3 Comments:
I grew up in the same kind of neighborhood. There was a gang of about two dozen of us kids, all ages. We were communally parented, running in and out of each others houses, getting into scrapes, playing hard. Seems idyllic now.
Good neighbors are hard to find. You are very lucky!! Those were the days . . .
Carrie
what is black and white tv??!!!
nieghbourhoods like that are great to grow in, sounds like you had great memeories!
m
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