People We Miss

Our Neighbours

Since returning to our home town after our first leg on the road, we had the privilege and pleasure of reuniting with loved ones. These same loved ones we had been writing about in this section of the blog had greeted us with the kind of open arms and love that you can only be experienced by a fond heart that’s been away for a while.
After getting together with all the people we wrote about missing I noticed that we didn’t write about our neighbours, even though we missed them very much.
Having good neighbours isn’t guaranteed no matter how affluent the neighbourhood. My friends tell me stories about their neighbour’s behaviour that would make it hard to love them. I’ve watched YouTube vlogs about a problem neighbour someone has and the nightmare of living next to them, with video evidence to prove their point. Can you imagine a neighbour that you have to take to court in order to have them respect your property? I can’t. I never had to. My neighbours always rocked! Each one, on every side, front and back.
I never got to know all my neighbours the way I wished. Some of them I’d know only by their faces, and I would greet them with a wave hoping their name would come back to me. Others I knew a little better and we’d have little conversations and give cookies n’ cards at Christmas. Some I could confidently lend and borrow a tool from, and we could share project ideas and talk a little bit about life together. No matter what the degree of relationship, we felt safe with these neighbours we had in Brooklin. There was never an issue, there was always kindness and courtesy, and even when ones would move away (as they tend to do), the new neighbours were just as excellent.
Did we miss our neighbours? Absolutely!
These are people we saw on a regular basis. People our kids played with. People that look after your home when you are on vacation. These kinds of people are hard to find, I’m certain of it. 
When our neighbours learned of our departure last year they were excited for us and gave us lots of support. I always hoped that the people who would occupy our house next would be good neighbours to them as well, maybe even better : ) This is how we saw them: as families deserving of our consideration, for the choice we make, of whom we sell our home to – that we make sure we sell to good folks who will “fill the gap” when we leave.
I think we have done that. My only regret is not taking the time to know my neighbours better over those 10 years.
So here’s to Stanton & Yvonne & Jordan, John & Rose, Krista & Allen, and to all the neighbours we knew only by their lovely faces – We have missed you and the great neighbourhood environment you helped create! We hope that our new home owners, Ryan & Amanda, know just how great you all are and how lucky they are.
When we settle down and buy again in some town, I can only hope and pray we get neighbours from the same stock as these.

Stanton, Yvonne & their daughter Jordan gave us this card with their thoughts before we left on our journey. Super awesome neighbours!
People We Miss

Doug L.

I met Doug when I started to attend College Park church in Oshawa. He ran the video webcasting department and I was joining the team to help out a bit. He showed me the ropes and seemed to welcome the relief. I really don’t remember what we talked about those first few Sabbaths, but  we got along okay.
I was at College Park for a couple years before Cynthia and I started a family and we began attending a church in Brooklin. Before we left I learned that Doug was into motorcycling and hiking. I thought, “what a shame, I’m into those things too and we could have hung out. Oh well!”. 

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Jeremy, Andrew, Scott, Steve & the boys at Bimmian

I’m not one for making new friends. I like to stick to the people I have known for a long time; friends from high school or college. Occasionally something forces me to change that, like joining a new church or workplace.
Even then, most of the people there become work time acquaintances and not lifetime friends.
Many years ago I was brought in as a partner to a company my high school friend, Ian started. We had a falling out a few years later and I left, only to return sometime after that as a contractor.

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The Farr & Fraser Families

Midway through my teens my parents parted ways and I was left wanting a strong sense of family.
I spent some time with my high school friend, Zak’s family, which was a good bandaid for the time being but when he left for University that desire grew and I was left wanting.
I made friends with a guy named Ian in grade 11. He was into computers and technology and we shared a common interest in car audio. I honestly did not think this would be a lasting relationship since the difference between us were kind of big.
He was an ambitious intellectual and I was an ambitious long haired skid who loved movies.
I remember meeting Ian’s parents for the first time one afternoon. I’m sure they were a little concerned about the boy their son had befriended. I was rough around the edges and potty mouthed.
It seemed like many of my friends parents would not want me around unless they were there in fear of me stealing something. I would not blame Ian’s parents for having the same concern.

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Blackman Family

John is the pastor at our home church, Renaissance Baptist Church in Brooklin. He’s married to the lovely Janine and together they have three beautiful daughters, Jordan, Justine and Jessie. The way their family takes on the challenge of leading our church is admirable.