We have lovely next-door neighbors--I'll call them the Wilsons. It's an apt nickname, actually, because there is an interesting relationship that has developed between my second-born son and Mr. Wilson. It's reminiscent of the old Mr. Wilson/Dennis the Menace cartoon.
Except the difference between the cartoon Mr. Wilson and our Mr. Wilson is that ours is quiet and kind and gentlemanly and unendingly patient.
The difference between Dennis the Menace and my Stephen is...well, there really isn't one.
The Wilson's house is a quiet one, with a yard groomed so meticulously that Hubs jokingly refers to it as Augusta National.
And then there's our yard, with its half-dug holes (in a vain attempt to find buried treasure), dirty socks, bikes piled in the driveway, and a wide assortment of abandoned plastic weaponry. (Not to mention the two parents who live in this house, frazzled to the point that yard work is the last thing on our minds.)
I can best illustrate the difference thus: when our two houses were built, the original owners planted identical trees on either side of the fence line, just a few feet apart from each other. Mr. Wilson's looks like this:
Notice the perfectly rounded shape, and the evenly edged flower bed.
Now, here's our version:
Notice the sagging branches, and the rope, bricks and COAT HANGER threaded through the limbs in an unsuccessful attempt at a treehouse. We're a class act.
But back to Mr. Wilson and Stephen.
They met shortly after we moved in, five years ago. Mr. Wilson was in his back yard, carefully cleaning out his gorgeous (and spotless) pool. Stephen had climbed up into our backyard fort--if you climb into the very tip-top, you can look down into the Wilsons' yard. Stephen (then three and a half) quietly observed Mr. Wilson's diligent work, until he couldn't stand it any longer. "You gonna get in that thing?" he hollered.
And thus was forged a unlikely friendship.
My chatty Stephen meanders over to Mr. Wilson's house whenever he can. There was the day one spring he went next door to demonstrate the best way to do arm-pit farts. Frustrated that they weren't loud enough, he assured the genteel Mr. Wilson that "I'll be able to do these a lot better when I'm sweaty."
And when my ever-entrepreneurial boy made paper airplanes and decided to sell them door-to-door for a dollar (a DOLLAR! Each!) it was Mr. Wilson who faithfully bought four of them.
If he has ever grown weary of his noisy neighbors, he hasn't said a word. He faithfully tosses the stray soccer balls and shoes and frisbees back over the fence without complaint. He brings over stacks of coupons for freebies from the large company he works for. And he doesn't complain when my boys occasionally cannot resist the urge to walk barefoot in his inches-thick grass.
In an age when neighbors don't always know each other, we know we've stumbled onto a real blessing having Mr. Wilson next door. He is demonstrating quiet dignity to my boys, and they're....well, they're demonstrating arm-pit farts.
It's a pretty good trade.
You are so lucky to have neighbors like that!
Growing up there were people like that in our neighborhood, and we loved going over there. They way they were has stayed with me, and I strive to be that kind of neighbor.
Stephen will remember this relationship for such a long time.
Posted by: Kellyn | Thursday, November 15, 2007 at 11:06 PM
Good neighbors are, well, they are a spice to life not easily substituted. The neighbors to our left are like that...elderly and grandparently. They accept the children's spontaneous affections and always have a kind word for them.
I think our other neighbors missed their calling. They should have been hermits. It would be easier for them to dodge the hellos they get in this small town neighborhood.
Posted by: Dana | Thursday, November 15, 2007 at 11:08 PM
It sounds like Mayberry. :) I've lived in four different houses in our three years of married life, and out of the eight next-door-neigbors we've had, there have been two from whom we could borrow an egg, and six that, well... not so much. What a treasure you have!
Posted by: Ashleigh | Thursday, November 15, 2007 at 11:20 PM
We have similiar neighbors, too. Only we have the Mrs. Wilson version. It's great, too. Sure beats Mrs. Kravitz.
Posted by: Melanie | Thursday, November 15, 2007 at 11:20 PM
What a great post!! I love our neighbors. But like you there yard is manicured and ours looks like. . well i'm not sure what iti looks like but it needs help. My kids are the only ones in the neighborhood so they love seeing all of them play in the yard.
Posted by: Tiff@Three Peas in a Pod | Thursday, November 15, 2007 at 11:27 PM
I love our neighbors. I love them so much that when we put up fences, we just fenced around our two yards, so that there is no fence between them and the kids can play. It has been a revelation, living where we live, to know that neighbors can be wonderful, and not just people who are annoyed when your baby cries in the middle of the night.
Posted by: Sue | Thursday, November 15, 2007 at 11:47 PM
That's the sweetest story! What a blessing to have someone like that as your neighbor and friend. :)
Posted by: Lindsey | Thursday, November 15, 2007 at 11:49 PM
This made me cry because Mr. Wilson sounds so wonderful. We all need a Mr. Wilson like that for a neighbor. BTW, don't feel bad about your yard because it looks surprisingly similar to ours. My boys are trying to catch a tiger with rope and pvc pipe tied to the tree! :)
Posted by: Liberty | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 12:02 AM
Shannon, Can I just tell you that I like you much better now that I know you harbor coat hangers in your bushes. You should seem my front yard!
Mary, mom to many
Posted by: Owlhaven | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 12:13 AM
I love this post! I would love to have a neighbor like that. Actually, I'd settle for one that speaks to us.
Posted by: bee | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 12:17 AM
He sounds wonderful!
Posted by: Lisa P in California | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 01:48 AM
The neighborhood I grew up in is was just like that, and happily my own little guy has forged some friendships with our elderly neighbors. Good stuff.
Posted by: Mommy Cracked | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 02:36 AM
Hi,
I just read your blog and it made me laugh! I sure wish we had a neighbor like that! What a blessing!
Posted by: Kim | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 04:31 AM
Love it! What a great story and told so well. We could all be so lucky to have a "Mr. Wilson" live next door. Now, if he would just get his trimmers to your tree, you'd be in business :o)
Georgia Mom
Posted by: Georgia Mom | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 05:34 AM
Are you positive the two trees are the exact same variety? Absolutely positive?
You are very lucky to have such a sweet neighbor and he probably feels very blessed to live beside such an active house!
Posted by: Beth_C | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 05:38 AM
How cool to have a neighbor like that!!
Posted by: Tammy | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 05:46 AM
LOL!!! You are very very lucky to have such a nice neighbor. We live too far apart to do stuff like that and no - I will never ever have a tree that looks like Mr. Wilson's. That would require work and being outside and dealing with bugs and stuff... I'm the coathanger type... Fire and forget.
xoxo
LBC
Posted by: Ladybug Crossing | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 06:00 AM
That is such a sweet story. You are very blessed (as is your little guy :)
I loved the pictures of the trees. SO glad others share my experiences :)
Posted by: Ericka | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 06:38 AM
this story gave me the warm fuzzies. how nice. I wish I knew our neighbors better. My kids are always asking why he never has his shirt on, so on second thought maybe I don't.
Posted by: stacy | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 07:00 AM
What an awesome neighbor! We don'thav eany neighbors like that! Perhaps some cookies are in order for Mr. Wilson:)
Posted by: Melissa Markham | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 07:06 AM
Such a warm post, and rare to hear about a neighborly neighbor.
It sounds like you lucked out with Mr. Wilson, but I bet he's they type that feels like the lucky one to have your boys keeping him smiling.
Posted by: Nancy | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 07:06 AM
Lol!
Posted by: Summer | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 07:09 AM
Heh heh heh. This post was delightful. From the trees to the neighbor. Just delightful.
Posted by: Chaotic Joy | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 07:31 AM
Do you think Mr. Wilson reads your blog?
That would be fun!
Sounds like a great guy! And you are so right about the 'good nneighbors are hard to come by' thing. It is definitely a blessing.
Posted by: JP's MOM | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 07:32 AM
Sweet!
Posted by: Liz | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 07:40 AM
What a wonderful story. I'm sure your boys bring them a lot of joy.
Your yard looks like mine. My mom reminds me that my aunt's house didn't have grass for years because my five cousins (and I did my part, too), trampled it all away. Now it looks very nice.
Posted by: Staci at Writing and Living | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 07:51 AM
Sniff. That was exactly our Mr. V. I was the barefoot, messy, nosey Denis character. That friendship will last a lifetime.
Posted by: Jane | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 07:56 AM
Oh, that is so sweet. We had neighbors like that once, and then we moved. You never know what you got til it's gone!
And I cannot believe those are the SAME sorts of trees!! ROTFLMBO!!!
Posted by: Jenni | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 07:59 AM
LOL. And now reading to my husband.
He is the middle if three boys, and often comments about the snippets I read to him from your blog that these were the things his mother would have written if she had a blog - and a more adventurous streak.
Posted by: Coralie | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 08:02 AM
I love this post! The pictures are worth a thousand words aren't they?!?
Posted by: Janelle | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 08:09 AM
As a Mom to three, this story makes me smile.
Posted by: lesley | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 08:10 AM
This is Such a cute story. Thanks for sharing... it has brightened my day!
Posted by: jenna | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 08:19 AM
We had neighbors like that next door growing up. We treated them like surrogate grandparents and they let us invade their house every so often and would sit and play games or let us look through their treaures. My sister and I even received the wonderful gift of the jewelry box and costume jewelry that we used to gaze at longingly when they moved away. Good memories, thanks for bringing them up.
Posted by: Melissa | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 08:26 AM
Sounds like you have been blessed with a wonderful neighbor. We live too far out in the country for any close neighbors but the few times we have lived in town we have had both good and bad but never a Mr. Wilson.
Enjoy him for us!
Posted by: Rhen (yestheyareallmine) | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 08:33 AM
Our Mr. Wilson was Chinese with an unpronouncable name. He was so kind and gentle, and always had candy for us.
My brother said that when he grew up, he wanted to be a Chinaman.
Posted by: witchypoo | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 08:39 AM
I've just dicovered we're one person living the same life.
Only I have two sons to your three. And our Mr. Wilson is named Mr. Bob. Oh, and it's a fishing rod and not a coat hanger in the tree.
Posted by: Activities Coordinator | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 09:20 AM
Would it shock Mr. Wilson too much if you went over there and gave him a great big hug for me?? My own 6yr old son tries so desperately to make friends with all of our neighbors (mostly retired folks), and he has yet to meet anyone willing to return his exuberant kindness. We're moving soon, though, and I hope to find better luck in the new neighborhood!
(ps...thank you, thank you, thank you for talking about your yard. i feel so ~understood~!)
Posted by: Stacey @ Happy Are We | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 09:29 AM
I like your tree better. Mr. Wilson's tree is unnatural and creepy.
Posted by: Marie | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 09:47 AM
Your very blessed to have wonderful neighbors. I treasure the neighbors we have because we are surrounded by great ones. Not every neighborhood is as blessed.
Posted by: Queen of My Domain | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 09:52 AM
This was hysterical. I laughed so much. You're very lucky to have such a great neighbour!!!
Posted by: BunnyGirl | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 09:53 AM
We just moved to a townhouse and the neighbor that shares the building with us is very quiet and to himself. I've yet to hear him say hi back to us. And he has long hair halfway down his back pulled back in a ponytail. The other day I walked out to get the mail and our neighbor was on his front step working on a project. My 3 year old son ran to the rock in front of our neighbor, looked at him curiously, and turned to me and asked, "Mommy, is that a boy or a girl?" Oi. I wish we had nice neighbors.
Posted by: Checkers | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 10:00 AM
That is a really cute story. It is such a blessing when you live by such kind people!
Posted by: proud to be a mommy | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 10:24 AM
I can't tell you how much this post warms my heart! Thank you. May we all be the kind of neighbors who have patience with the lives of our neighbos who differ from ours.
Posted by: Srah | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 10:29 AM
We've had some lovely ones... Mr D and my oldest daughter became best buddies over a shared love of roses, and on her 8th birthday, he arrived on the doorstep with a vase of one dozen just for her, from his yard. We've moved since, but still visit him and his wife every Christmas Eve. Mr A kept ice-cream bars in the freezer for my kids, so they could all sit on the steps and have a treat. And Mrs W very kindly "saved" all her yard leaves, right where they fell, so my kids could have the fun of raking and jumping in them. Now we have Mrs I, who has as sweet a tooth as my 8yo son, so he spends a lot of time making sure she doesn't need help bringing up groceries, or putting out her decorations, or just taking out the garbage.
I LOVE GOOD NEIGHBORS!
Posted by: Liz C | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 11:03 AM
You're very lucky. Our neighbors are evil. When my son was a toddler and loved saying hello to everyone, they would ignore him, refuse to say hello back and turn their backs on him. Once when my husband said hello to their dog, we were told that we can't be friends with each others' dogs.
Posted by: biodtl | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 11:40 AM
This was a perfect post. I laughed a wheezy laugh over the coat hanger in the tree, and then cried at the end.
Posted by: zoom | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 11:45 AM
Lovely post, I bet that creating something simple but sweet would be welcomed (by Mr Wilson) on Thanksgiving Day?
Or, just share your blog with him!
Thank you for sharing something good with all of us, who crave something good!
Posted by: Stacey | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 12:06 PM
LOL! Your photos tell the real story!
How wonderful to have neighbors such as the Wilson's! I'm still picturing the man who keeps his shrubs so manicured.......doing arm farts!
What a guy!
Diane
Posted by: Diane | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 12:13 PM
This is a wonderful post. You should be sure Mr. Wilson reads it.
Lucky you!
Posted by: Amy | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 12:18 PM
Abandoned plastic weapons and piled up bikes, even the hanger . . . it all sounds eerily familiar . . .
Mr. Wilson sounds great. Do they make them like that anymore?
Posted by: jubilee | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 12:32 PM
Mr. Wilson sounds wonderful!
I was LOL at the tree picture. We have a dogwood tree in our FRONT yard that always has something hanging in it...a wreath holder, a jumprope, hangers, etc. Right now it's the rope and ball from a T-ball set because that's my son's "wrecking crane".
Posted by: Alice | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 12:46 PM
oh my gosh, I have just a couple neighbors but they are all older and retired. which equals nothing but yard work for them to do. Needless to say yardwork is absolute dead last on my list ALWAYS. I laughed heartily at the two trees...and believe me, you are not alone in feeling like the yucky yard.
Posted by: maria | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 01:44 PM
I am so glad my family is not the only one's with a coat hanger in the yard! Keeping the yard clean really is the LAST thing on my mind.
Posted by: Brandie | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 02:16 PM
Your boys and my boys would get along just great. I love your Mr. Wilson, he sounds like a gem.
Posted by: Heth | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 02:44 PM
I don't have kids yet, so I had to laugh when this post reminded me of my husband. As a 5 (or so) year old, he sold PINE CONES door to door in his neighborhood. They were mostly older couples, and he racked up! Of course, every house in the neighborhood had pine cones all over the yard already, but he was so darn cute (still is).
Posted by: Hope | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 03:46 PM
Mr Wilsons are like gold.
We have a female version who loves our kids and is like living next door to grandma.
She is long suffering LOL
18 years ago ,she was 80 and my son 6 months old.She is still going strong and my kids still call her aunty,as do my 46 year old twin neighbours who have known her all their lives.
Posted by: chris | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 04:20 PM
Thanks for this bright post! We have some good neighbors right now, thank God. I have a mental list of all the ways I want to return the kindness and love that has been showered on my family and I'm adding "be welcoming to all the neighbor kids" to the list.
Posted by: Margo | Friday, November 16, 2007 at 08:53 PM
That is SO great. We don't know ANY of our neighbors. Sigh. I almost wish it was 1950 and we were having coffee and cake together. Almost.
Posted by: Mrs. Who | Saturday, November 17, 2007 at 02:19 PM
We could all learn a thing or two from Mr. Wilson!
Posted by: Mary@notbefore7 | Saturday, November 17, 2007 at 07:15 PM
My husband and I are talking landscaping right now...I had to show him those pictures. His comment, "yeah but it looks like hers is in the shade".
Me: "yeah I don't think that's why it looks like that" :o)
Posted by: Shannon | Sunday, November 18, 2007 at 12:08 AM
That's just so sweet, how wonderful that your boys have a neighbor like that! :-) I just love the pictures of the "identical" trees! :-D
Posted by: Jen | Monday, November 19, 2007 at 10:51 AM
We need more Mr. Wilson's in this world! I know we had one. He would dutifully bring over the golf balls that our son hit in his yard. And bought the drawings that our young children made to earn money "because our parents are too poor to buy us paper and crayons." And gave the kids toothpaste and money instead of candy for Halloween!
Posted by: Laurie in TN | Monday, November 19, 2007 at 07:23 PM
I found your lovely, fun blog through the Oklahoma Blog Awards. Your posts remind me cheerfully of Erma Bombeck. Thank you and keep on writing.
Posted by: Dee/reddirtramblings | Wednesday, November 21, 2007 at 02:56 PM