My parents bought their house in 1975. We got new neighbors in 1976. The adults became great friends. They socialized quite a bit. Mom and Dolores bowled league together. It was a nice matchup in a time before people didn't spend time with their neighbors.
Being such close neighbors, at some point they each had keys to the other's house. Came in handy if anything happened or a pet needed feeding. The neighbors' key was kept in our pewter cup on a windowsill and probably is still there. This is almost fifty years later.
Mom's key came back this week. Dolores was much more organized than my mom. She labeled Mom's key. Naturally neither key is any good anymore. Lots of changes since then. There have been at least three doorknob changes at Pat's house. And Bill totally changed the door with a new doorknob.
It's just a bit of history of a simpler time when neighbors cared about each other more. I'm lucky to live in that same cul-de-sac and know all the neighbors. And blessed for the memory handed to me with Mom's key.
I’m so glad to find it and give it back to you! You & Pat are part of the fabric of Bill’s life 💜 He loved and more importantly trusted you and Pat 🩵💚
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