Just a heartwarming story
I know tonight that there are 7 families - 14 adults and 10 children who will all sleep very well tonight. But right now, they are setting off some firecrackers, with good reason.
The western end of the street, there are four homes. Three of us are caregivers and then our dear Gloria - a widow who cooks for all of us, sits with family in the SNF or hospital to give the rest of us time off, sits with Bruce if I need a quick jaunt out.
The eastern end is 7 homes with young parents and children, high school age down. The kids are all close - always have a game of something going in the street. One Dad works for the State. He was called in - overtime mind you. Across from them, the Dad is a Contractor but also plows privately. Next to them wife is a nurse. Her work called her in - again overtime and when she advised we were not plowed out, their response was "So you are refusing to come in during an emergency?" - Nice! Across from them, Dad had a heart attack at 55 and is now retired. Mom is the sole breadwinner and she could have gotten overtime also. Corner one side is an older couple, he has connections somewhere (not enough to get us plowed tho). He has a huge garden, shares everything with the neighbors and across from them, nice family - two young boys.
Yesterday morning, all seven of these families were out at 6am, figuring we would be plowed and they could go to work, so all out clearing their driveways and vehicles. At noon, we got a message from our Mayor that all 15 of our snow removal vehicles were stuck. Main roads on either ends of the street were cleared and it was 38 degrees out.
Corner neighbor called in a friend and he got plowed out to the main road. Checked with everyone, ran errands.
This morning we are still plowed in. Talk about frustration. Cliff snow-blew a path to the next house up and then to the main street - we could at least walk to someone bringing us something and then blew out the driveway of that neighbor. Gloria and I use the same snow removal company and Cliff will take care of us if need be, but for now neither of us are going anywhere. But the seven families down the street took matters into their own hands.
They got together and got the neighbor with the plow out into the street. Mind you this is a pick-up truck with a small plow. They worked as a team for four hours! Finally at 3pm, they had access to the plowed road - Yahoo!
I was feeling claustrophobic with all the doors being blocked, so at Bruce nap time, got myself out the garage and over to the ramp. Hauled myself up and cleared the front door and a small part of the ramp. Plus it was 45 degrees out. I noticed that the part of the street they plowed first was clean and dry an hour later. The kids threw snowballs for a bit, but the parents all went inside, obviously for food and showers and then most of them left, probably for work. Now this clearing ends at mine and Gloria's property lines. That snow mound is a bit daunting, I try not to look at it - LOL. But I know I can get to the cleared area and any one of them would be glad to run an errand or if I should call someone, know I only have to get across the front lawn to the snow mound to get something - LOL.
City advises we will probably not be plowed until Tuesday and I do pray our private guy will be able to get to Gloria and I promptly.
This type of neighborhood connection was here when I moved in with Bruce 28 years ago, but we lost so many families and the young generation moved in. We all know each other and all talk. The kids are all comfortable with all of us. Most of us walk, we chat, interact as our schedules allow - but this was truly something to see and I think part of me wanted that front porch cleared just so I could watch and enjoy it. It is 8pm and we still have not seen a city plow. But tomorrow morning when Bruce and I are enjoying coffee and planning out our projects/menus for the day, it will be terrific to see all these young families heading out. Kids will be off from school, but at least the breadwinners will be back in the loop. Debbie
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