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Neighbors keep getting better
What makes “the finest neighbor I ever knew” the finest neighbor? It seems each time Larry and I have moved throughout our 45 years of marriage our neighbors get better. One outdoes the last. Of course, they don't know they’re up against any competition and we haven’t tried to “do better.” It just has worked out that way. From the beginning we could tell our present neighbors were good people. They came and talked to us as we stood outside waiting for our furniture to arrive. They invited us for supper that night. The night before they invited us to stay with them when our furniture hadn’t arrived. We chose to stay in our empty house instead, and they brought us sleeping bags. As time has gone on our relationship has just gotten better. We’ve shared many meals together, both “out” and “in.” We’ve taken trips together. We’ve shared sorrows and joys. We’ve played together and prayed together. Without thinking, we now have the finest neighbors in Haynes and Doris Jean Harbour’s friendship. It’s not that they treat us any different than anyone else they know They are friends to all, and we’re just one of the luckiest to live next door to them. Tiffany Traynham Klappenbach |
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