In 2006, I moved with my family to a small bungalow across from a park. Done right until today, that is--the last day, when everything left over gets stuffed haphazardly in bags for the impending move to a different apartment in Seoul. But then I think of Lou. We and our partners will store and/or access information on your device through the use of cookies and similar technologies, to display personalised ads and content, for ad and content measurement, audience insights and product development. Sometimes good, friendly neighbors are hard to come by. Boxes piled high. A Tribute to a Good Neighbour Ah Hang's Mother, or Mrs. Lau Nguong Ding, passed away a little too early in her life. Boxes taped tight. Posted on June 27, 2015 by lidafarmer. You can select text from this tribute collection or use your own. But neighbors give in return. Good Neighbor Meeting Place Tribute to Good Neighbors. We could tell that we were moving into a place where that was not the norm. “You take the night off,” he’d say, disappearing with a wave as I effused gratitude. There has long been a history of research espousing the benefits of community engagement and residing in inter-generational neighborhoods. He would attend our family parties with his camera and make everyone pose for photos that he would later develop and leave in our mailbox. For example the Safety and Development plan may aim for a 25% reduction in vehicle related crime. Rather, it was the Popsicle proffered by our new neighbor, an octogenarian named Lou. When our water heater burst one winter, he insisted that we come next door for showers and baths. He would insist on driving us to the airport — “Don’t waste your money on a cab!” he’d holler. She succumbed to cancer after Mr. Lau carefully nursed her and even took her to China for a series of treatment in the 1990's, something which was rather new to the community then. In my days of apartment living, I, too, had those moments when all I wanted to do was get out of the hallway and be on the other side of my door. Lou had lived in the neighborhood for decades. At a time when more than half of all Americans don't know their neighbors' names, a To enable Verizon Media and our partners to process your personal data select 'I agree', or select 'Manage settings' for more information and to manage your choices. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Your Privacy Controls. Amy Carleton Twitter Cognoscenti contributorAmy Carleton holds a Ph.D. in English Literature and is a lecturer in MIT's Comparative Media Studies division. And we tucked away our memories, along with those photos. Sarah Jaffurs is more than a good neighbor; she is the epitome of the Scriptural good neighbor who loves others and treats them as she would herself. Find out more about how we use your information in our Privacy Policy and Cookie Policy. We wondered whether, between the park and the well-intentioned neighbors, we might feel a bit too exposed. Because, truth be told, we had never really made an effort to connect with our past neighbors. HuffPost is part of Verizon Media. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. The selling point for our son, then 4, was not the easy access to the swings and soccer fields. When you do have a kind, good neighbor nearby, it really goes a long way. My husband passed on the honor of mowing Lou’s lawn to another neighbor. I consider myself lucky to have beaten the odds. Despite the difference in our ages, Lou and his wife, Mary, became trusted friends to me, to my husband and, most of all, our two children. That’s just the kind of person Lou was. And the next month, when a furnace valve failed and we didn’t have heat, he dispatched his friend (another retired 80-something) to fix the faulty system. “This is the best neighborhood for a family.”. In many respects this is something we look back on in nostalgic terms as if it is something which our parents or grandparents enjoyed in the good ol’days, but none of us really know about today. With the exceptions of considerate package retrieval or a friendly wave here and there, most of my neighbors and I remained strangers. “Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. Two months ago, we visited the hospital for what would be our last conversation with Lou. When we moved to a new house, it felt, in some ways, like a break up. Boxes done right. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad.”