The Changing Face of Neighborly Courtesy

When I was younger, neighborhoods felt different. Every house on the block was more than just a place people lived—it was part of a community. I knew my neighbors by name, and we did more than just wave as we passed each other. We had real conversations, shared meals, and helped each other out. There was a sense of connection that tied us all together. These days, it feels like that sense of closeness has faded. 

Now, I still wave at my neighbors, but I only know a few of them by name. People seem to rush inside more quickly, their lives filled with busyness, leaving little time for the casual chats I once treasured. I’ve noticed this shift even more since I retired. When I was a teacher, parents, students, and neighbors always seemed to seek me out. I was part of the fabric of the neighborhood. But now that I’ve left the classroom, people seem to notice me less. The hustle and bustle of life goes on, and I’m just another retiree who has a bit more time on her hands. 

But I’ve never been one to sit back and let things pass me by. Rather than dwell on how neighborhoods have changed, I’ve set my focus on building community in other ways. I still make an effort with my neighbors, of course—dropping off cookies, stopping for a chat —but I’ve also turned to other spaces where connection is still alive and well.  

I’ve started going to church more regularly, not just for Sunday service but for weekly events where I can catch up with old friends and meet new ones. It’s become a wonderful part of my routine, a place where people genuinely want to connect. 

 I’ve also found that at this stage of life, there are plenty of people looking for connection, just like me. It’s not always about waiting for someone to knock on your door. Sometimes, you have to go out and find those people—whether it’s joining a book club, volunteering, or attending a community event. At all stages of life, people are eager for meaningful relationships, but it’s up to us to make that first step. 

 So, while the landscape of my neighborhood may have shifted over the years, I’ve found that the desire for connection hasn’t disappeared—it’s just moved. You might not know everyone on your street, but you can always find people who are looking for the same sense of community you are. All it takes is a bit of effort, a bit of curiosity, and the willingness to keep seeking those small adventures. 

 And who knows? Maybe that big trip I keep talking about will be the next adventure on my list. But for now, I’m finding joy in the moments I share with those around me, whether it’s a neighbor, a fellow churchgoer, or an old friend. Connection is still out there—it’s just waiting for us to find it. 

Warmly,   

Eleanor H