My family moved to the suburbs in the late 1960’s My parents bought a resale house.Everyone else in the neighborhood were oringinal owners.We were practicaly shuned and ignored at the best. I grew up in Queens and Broklyn N.Y.in the 1950’s and 1960’s. Our Neighbores in Brooklyn & Queens were like the Murszt’s on I love Lucy Show or The Nortons and Ralph Kramdon on the Honeymooners. People were close in thoses days. You didn’t lock your doors in thoses days.A key was to used strictky to start a car period! We always had a neighbor in our small apartment or we were in their apartment, people just knocked and walked right into your home.
I was in for a shock upon moviing to the suburbs in 1968, the neighbors viewed us Brooklyn folk as sort of ”Beverly Hillbillies” not good enough to even stop and say good morning to .. The most conversation we ever had with a neighbor was when getting out of our car…one simple nod and thats it.Sometimea neighbors quickly scurried into their houses when they saw you as they didn’t even want to nod hello.How pathetic. Mind you we were of the same ethic group as our neighbors but we were resale buyers.and not good enough for them.
Today I have good neighbors on both sides of my houses, also resaleowners , thou not great friends but I would go out of my way for them anytime anywhere at the drop of a dime. I guess those old days of Brooklyn & Queens in the 1950 ‘s are over.. I wish they were still here /end