Lauren and Mikaela--identical twins living on opposite coasts--blog about the story of life and their adventures in faith.

12.22.2009

A Christmas Story

A Guest Post By Brittany
Last night, we traveled up our road and delivered cookies, Russian tea, and--to the "lucky" ones, a Christmas carol or two. ;-) We got to meet our new neighbors, who have bravely taken on a dilapidated dwelling. "What a great neighborhood!" The man exclaimed after we were all introduced. "So many people have stopped by to introduce themselves--and everyone seems so happy to see us!" We all laughed--partly because we are just glad to have someone living on that property who is not referred to with the prefix "crazy," and partly because--after 11 years of living on this road--we know exactly what he means. Please enjoy this post written in 2005 by Brittany, a neighbor down the road who is also a blogging veteran--five years (that's like a century in blog years, isn't it?) on her blog, Running Stitch!

In the fifties, we would have known everyone on our street, The Smiths, The Jones, The Whozits and The Whatchamacallems. In the year 2005 we are more likely to know the last names of the people on our blogroll than on our street and if you are like us, then you end up naming them yourselves, The Mormons, The Dog People, The Stonehouse, The Little Farm, The ones with the barky barky dogs, you get the picture.
Today however all those nameless faces came together on this DeadEnd road named after the Creek that winds through it. Around 1:30 my neighbor (The Mormons) knocked on my door. I naturally assumed she was bringing me cookies. I’m pregnant…bring me food. As soon as I saw her face I could tell she had been crying, her four year old had been missing for over twenty minutes and she was stopping by to see if he had show up here (after all we have Thomas the Tank Engine trains). I grabbed my jacket and the phone (luckily the little guy was out walking with his Grandpa) and called my mother-in-law (she lives next door) who immediately began phoning the neighbors.

Just so you know this story ends well.

This is a rural road, ours is one of the few houses actually visible from it. As my mother-in-law began phoning her neighbors of thirty years, I walked down to the StoneHouse to ask if they had seen Little Mormon boy. I’ve never talked to these neighbors before, sometimes I wave but mostly I avoid. They are the closest house to us on the road.
Immediately the two woman stopped wrapping presents, grabbed jackets and joined the growing number of people walking up and down the road. Male neighbors, whom I have never met were wading up and down the high rushing waters of the creek and my heart was in my throat.
As I walked up to the Mormon’s to report in, I saw my father in law, with my son strapped to his back, his two dogs and ours, headed my way. By this time the Mormon Wife was close to hysterics, after checking in with My father-in-law (who immediately (dogs and all) joined in the search) I headed up to the Mormon homestead to sit with their 11 month old so that Mom was free to make phonecalls.
Truthfully, I was convinced they were going to be pulling that baby out of the Creek and I couldn’t handle it. For forty five minutes I sat with the three Mormon children aged 9, 7 and 11 months in their living room, listening to Christmas music. Through the trees I could see my mother in law walking up the road, neighbors cars stopped all along the street and people combing the underbrush and outbuildings around the Mormon’s property.
And then suddenly there he was, being led up the driveway by a stranger none of us knew. He had been hiding in the neighbors garage (she was not home). His mother flew down the driveway still clutching the phone and crying.
My father in law met me at the bottom of the Mormon’s driveway looking exhausted. He had been combing the backroads with my 30+ pound toddler on his back for over and hour. As we walked home, my mother in law joined us. Neighbors dispersed, driving silently away and the sheriff’s deputies radioed in.
Emotionally drained, I felt happy. Happy that the baby was found alive, happy that I was going home to finish up last minute gifts instead of staying to comfort a neighbor. Happy that it wasn’t my son, neighbors had been searching the creek for. Happy that Christmas Eve wasn’t marred by a terrible tragedy. But mostly I was happy with humankind. Happy with the reaction of the people on my road. Happy that even though I couldn’t name many of them after two years of living on this road, my neighbors were the type of people who on Christmas Eve stopped in their rushing about to look for a little lost boy. Happy that this Dead End road, home to the People-who-have-lived-here-forever, The Renters, The ones with the Goat, Crazy Guy and his girlfriend, and the Ones with all those white cars, is where I live.
And I’m proud to call the One’s with the daycare, the Roofer, The ones who are always building on to their house and the Ones with the minature weiner dog named Hercules. My neighbors.
Merry Christmas.
Picture of our road, taken this morning by Mikaela after a brisk run. ;-)

7 comments:

  1. That would be a scary experience. Your guest post threw me off though. I started to think you were pregnant and married.

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  2. Happy that four years later this road is now full of more friends than strangers. Happy the neighbors that always run by our home, are now our friends, even if their daughter just alluded to the word century in the same sentence with my name. :)

    Merry Christmas Neighbor.

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  3. Luv the tilt of the picture! Should make sure my dad doesn't see it though... *grins*
    I have to say, I also was a bit confused at the beginning of your neighbor's post...but quickly figured who the real author was around paragraph two, sentence four...
    Very exciting about your new neighbors! Pretty soon you're not going to have any "junky yard" landmarks when giving instructions to your house! :)

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  4. Well, now I know how thoroughly my readers actually read what I write! Was it not clear enough? Perhaps I need to put a disclaimer at the top of the article: I am neither pregnant nor married, but Brittany was both five years ago (and still is one of them today). Whaddya think? Lol, Tyler and Sarah. ;-)
    And, goodness, you knew what I meant! Who has a blog that's been around for five years? No one I know--except you (which means you're young and hip, 'cause you caught on to the next big thing before anyone else).

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  5. What a looming header! No one should get confused now! lol :)
    For the record (and you don't have to post this - I wouldn't want to appear to frequent this blog too often, a person might think we're friends or somethin' ;), I think I got confused because when you said "Please enjoy this post..." you had "post" as a link, leading me to believe that your post was in addition to, or in compliment of, Brittany's post. ;)
    So that was fun picking on you. I look forward with apprehension to a "come back" when I next post... :p

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  6. Phew! Glad it's clear now! ;-) And, no--we're not friends--just stalkers on each other's respective blogs. Hmmm...maybe friends sounds better? ;-)

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  7. I'll ditto what SaraJayne said. Your link was misleading. Except now, your heading makes it a little more obvious.

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