From Iowa to New York
When we moved to Staten Island in 1963, I was pretty thrilled to live in an actual apartment building with elevators and incinerators! What I didn't love was having neighbors living above, below and beside our apartment. We didn't know who these people were, but we heard them and that was creepy. I may have only been 6, but for some reason I was concerned about our family making too much noise. We 4 kids shared a room and probably did make a lot of racket. But I'm not sure why a 6-year-old was worried about that!
One day, I took it upon myself to write apology notes to my neighbors. I felt quite satisfied with myself, after I slipped the notes under their doors. I've often been curious about what those neighbors thought when they found my notes. I'm sure the messages were short and to the point. "I'm sorry my family is so noisy." I hope they knew the notes were sincere.
National Neighbor Day
I missed Neighbor Day, about a month ago, but like thank you notes... it's never too late to write a note of apology!
Today I decided to let my 31st celebration be about surprising my next door neighbors with an apology note. I made a card and used a pen. In 1963, I'm pretty sure I used a fat pencil and lined paper.
In 1963 we didn't know our neighbors. Today, we at least know John and Linda, after being neighbors for nearly 20 years.
I think they'll have a good chuckle when they find this envelope under their mat... at least I hope so! Thanks for being good neighbors, John and Linda... and for letting me include you in my 31st celebration!