So my grandfather bought our house in the early 1960's. His wife just died, he had her two older children, and his 4 children with his deceased wife.
On top of that, he went down south to bring up a new wife (different times) and she came with two children and a mother he had to bring up
So if you keep count. That's 12 people. He needed a bigger house. After he passed and a whole lotta drama, my mother flat out bought the house from her siblings. And a few years ago passed it along to me.
We were the 3rd or 4th black family in this community. It's 100% hood now.... But it's a very old neighborhood. A lotta the families that owned their houses in the 70's 80's and 90's are still here... Many have left.. But all the families that are still here from back in the day know me and my entire family.
So my neighborhood is kinda like an extended family. Even thought I keep my nose clean, I'm very in the know of everything that goes on around here. It's just something that's just always been a part of my life.
During the snow storm, my son and I dug out a lotta cars..... And he actually ended up getting paid over $200 from various neighbors. We're just an old community. We watch each other's houses. We'll hold each other's mail and packages when one goes outta town.
Back in the day, like 4 neighbors had a key to our house, now it's only one
.. But it's still close around here. Always has been.
My son is allowed to roam freely with no worries of someone messing with him cuz he's universally recognized as my son. The schools recognize the last name.
Like it's a real community. I love it