"Neighbourhood"

[uranium_death]

I wish to look at the fallen concept of a "neighboorhood".

To those born after 1990 (or possibly further back!), a neighbourhood was where people actually talked to each other.
You would walk up the street and see familiar faces. You would greet each other and talk about things. You would actually take an active interest in each other's lives. Sometimes, you'd go inside for a cup of tea and talk.

Today (in my area especially), we are overtaken by foreign cultures who leave shopping trolleys in the street (not adhering to the rules) and refuse to acknowledge your existence.

Why reflection?

It's been a totally **** week in my street.

Two gentlemen have died in the past week.

Jack, an ex-serviceman and a feisty old bugger passed away. Everyday he worked on his garden (and bragged too) and knew all the gossip in the street.

The other, Kevin passed away last night and in my opinion, was the nicest bloke in the street.
He, along with others started the Glen Waverley Cougars Cricket Club. He was an educator of monumental proportions, culminating in his role as a regional director, answerable to the Minister of Education.
He lived the last 25-30 years in retirement in good health, bar his final year or so. Even two weeks ago when I saw him, he looked well and up-beat. I believed he would make a recovery.
His loss is massive and for me, spells the absolute end of the community I live in. Now I see people living hurried, grumpy, selfish lives refusing to help anybody around them, lest they benefit.

R.I.P Community.