What Makes A Street Into A Neighborhood?

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What makes a neighborhood? Sometimes that’s hard to figure out.

I’ve lived in a number of places. Not all of them seemed like neighborhoods. When I was first on my own I used to bemoan that my fellow renters could hardly be bothered to return a wave but someone kept stealing my newspaper. One day, walking home from the grocery store, I realized to my chagrin that I recognized names on mailboxes but couldn’t put faces to those names. I never did much to make that a neighborhood.

Then we moved to a little house. It was silly how hard it was to meet the neighbors. They’d wave but that’s about it. It took nearly a year to meet the older couple across the street. (They seemed old to me then because their kids were teenagers. Not so funny in retrospect.) Our mailbox was on their side of the street. I tried get my mail when one of them went out to collect theirs so I could introduce myself but they tended to scurry back in the house as if my nearly 5’3 stature blocked their share of sunlight. Finally I baked a loaf of bread, knocked on their door and said I was sorry we hadn’t gotten a chance to meet. They turned out to be lovely people. They still write long chatty updates to me years after we moved away.

I began to understand that it takes effort to make a real neighborhood. Change is carved out by a few people doing things differently (well, actually reawakening old ways).

I dug and planted a garden right by the sidewalk. Every time I tended it I was in close proximity to my neighbors, letting me say “hi” to people who walked by and wave at neighbors who drove by. I shared produce from my garden (sometimes leaving surprise zucchini and tomatoes on doorsteps with silly notes).

My kids were outside nearly every day. In their baby years they’d crawl in the grass or, if the ground was wet, play under a tree in a portable playpen. (I’m a believer in outdoor time even for babies.). As they got older they played outside for hours, sometime cavorting happily in the rain and sometimes shrieking with joy in the snow. I think the sheer presence of kids playing outside makes it enticing to other kids and makes it seem normal again to other parents.

When I could, I greeted people who moved onto our street with homemade goodies.

I also started inviting people over. In the fall we had bike parades where the kids spent a happy hour or so decorating their tricycles, scooters, and bikes to ride around the neighborhood in a grand procession before coming back to our house for a picnic. We had cookouts, Halloween parties, and Christmas caroling parties. We met up for working get-togethers such as picking apples with our kids, then devoting a moms-only evening to making applesauce. (Okay, that one time we drank wine and talked so long we had to get together another time to actually make the applesauce.)

The major neighborhood bonding events were our summer pig pen parties. These were grand messy BYOB affairs, as in bring your own bucket—of dirt. The dirt was dumped in a backyard kiddie pool and mixed by all the kids in attendance into perfectly creamy mud, which they used to coat themselves until they were recognizable only by bathing suit outlines. We put a garden hose at the top of our slide and the kids careened down in glorious streaks of mud. We handed out cans of shaving cream for use as body décor (with firm instructions to avoid faces because it’s not fun in the eyes). And we insisted the kids eat without utensils or hands, just direct face to plate. Like pigs. Of course these parties got out of hand once the grown-ups refused to sit in lawn chairs watching the kids have all the fun. Some neighbors showed up in pig masks, others showed up with water balloons sneakily hidden in baby strollers and little red wagons, others smuggled in massive auxiliary supplies of shaving cream. Normally well-behaved men used hoses to fill garbage cans with water, which they dumped over the heads of the few civilized mommies who thought they’d keep their hair looking nice. One year the entire assemblage of pig pen partiers were incensed that a regular pig pen attendee decided to stay home to repair a fence. All of us walked down to the street in wet, muddy, shaving cream-streaked glory to drag him to the party. His police chief father who was there helping him make the repairs looked seriously alarmed. We dragged him anyway.

One year a house caught fire down at the far end of the street that resulted in serious smoke damage. I had no problem getting donations from nearly every neighbor to help cover the family’s losses. It didn’t matter that few of us had met them. I dropped off the largess when their kids were in school so they wouldn’t feel beholden to anyone. It was anonymous except for the signature, “from your neighbors.”

That was years ago. Now we live on a small farm. Maybe because the houses are farther apart, maybe because it’s a small township, maybe it’s due to other complications but it has taken years to feel connected in a neighborly way. Yet it’s still a neighborhood. When a child is lost everyone turns out of their homes to tramp through the woods, fields, and streams until she’s found. When a car is stuck in a ditch, someone will get out a tractor to pull it free day or night, simply saying “no problem.” People offer the bounty from their fruit trees and willingly share equipment. I still harbor the ideal of a vibrant neighborhood but I’m grateful for the  goodwill we’ve slowly managed to find here. I’m learning that neighborhoods are different, and who we are is only part of that difference.


For neighborhood-building resources check out:

How to use Front Porch Forum to create caring neighborhoods by Bill McKibben (author of wonderful books such Deep Economy and Hope, Human and Wild.

How to organize a neighborhood work-sharing group.

How to create a more vibrant neigborhood.

How i-Neighbors can help you develop local networks.

How to share with your neighbors.



“Neighbors” image courtesy of Nirel

8 thoughts on “What Makes A Street Into A Neighborhood?

  1. Thank you for the wonderful images of neighborhood cohesiveness! It seems the secret to creating a neighborhood is the Pig Pen Party. 🙂

    I too, found that giving fresh bread and produce to neighbors works well. So did offering “I’m taking the truck to the landfill and wondered if you have some things I could take for you.”

    Last year’s snow storm made our street seem more like a neighborhood. Everyone helped each other to shovel out. There’s nothing like working together to bring people together.


  2. Glad to find your blog and learn about your homeschooling book, Laura. Your post above echos what we’re seeing when Front Porch Forum catches hold in a community. Vaguely familiar strangers become full-fledged neighbors. As you illustrate with your prose, people living in community is a wonderful and primal thing… a kind of human necessity that too many of us are living without.

    All the best! -Michael at FPF


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  4. Make no mistake, people are rude and uninterested in making new friends because they were socialized by school.

    Humans who see other humans all the time….it’s not long before they don’t value human contact.

    My homeschooled kids will knock on doors and play with anyone. They absolutely love people.

    There are other things at play here, of course.

    The friendliest areas are those with people who didn’t all grow up there. That’s been my experience anyway.

    I think if you asked people when they developed or grew the most socially, they would tell you that it happened when they moved to an area where they knew nobody and had to start from scratch. Townies have never experienced that. They also have a built-in social network in their nearby extended family.

    Massachusetts, my home-state and where I just endured another 5 year sentence….it’s the rudest place in the union. It’s also the most *schooled* State.



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  7. When we moved into our street five years ago, our neighbour invited myself and my baby over to meet other mothers and babies in the street. Over time, she and I have ganged together to make our street more neighbourly. We organise an Easter egg hunt and a Christmas party every year. All it takes is someone to write invites and deliver them. People are so receptive and happy to come. Everyone thanks us so much for organising them, but all we’ve done is tell them when and where to come and bring a plate of food/drink/chair with them. It basically organises itself. It’s showed me people WANT to connect they’re just too busy/shy to do it themselves. They just need someone to take the first step.


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