Finding My Way Home

The Bus Driver

{ 08:58, Friday, August 29, 2008 } { Posted in Country Life } { 1 comments } { Link }

One morning, a truck pulled into our driveway, and the guy who got out introduced himself as Don, our bus driver. He had heard that there were kids living in the house and he wondered why there were no new kids on his bus route. After we informed him we homeschooled, he let us know that was "fine". Umm... Thanks.

We chatted with him for awhile. He asked hubby if he was still working up north and he said, "yes". And then hubby asked, "How did you know I was working up north?" To which he informed us that our neighbor, Don (is everyone named that around here?) let him know. That was quite interesting being that we've never even met him! Apparently, we are the talk of the town.
Oh, and another thing. The people who lived here before us weren't very well know. Even though they lived here for 12 years, when people find out where we live, they don't say, Don's place (yes another Don). They say the old Marty place.
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Funny but lucky

{ 09:45, Friday, August 29, 2008 } { Posted by smmagers }
That is funny, but you are lucky. We have had so many new neighbors on our street, we do not know all the adults, but we keep track of the kids. I had a favorite neighbor we used to be able to walk in each other house to visit , barrow items, my favorite was when her 3 year old son came over for breakfast and was so proud of himself because he got dressed before he came over all on his own, yup he had on his slippers and nothing else! I took him home got him dressed and feed him breakfast. The good old days, when we watched out and helped each other, now there are only 3 families left on our street who care. God Bless, mj

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