I may be a bitch, or I just have been unlucky when it comes to neighbors. Ok, go ahead and vote for option 1. Or, it could be that when I was growing up we didn’t have any close neighbors, so it wasn’t until I got married and had places of my own that they were close enough to be a pain in the butt.
Location #1: Otterberg, Germany
Our “neighbors” were our landlord and his wife and they lived in the main part of the house below us. A very nice, clean house with a separate one bedroom, one bath apt. upstairs. The only hassle we ever had with them was that we had no bathtub so we had to ask them to fire up their hot water heater (can you believe it, a wood burning one!) when we wanted to take a bath, and then, my husband and I had to share that tub of water. One time, the landlord picked me up in his arms and pretended like he was going to carry me in to the bath! No way that was going to happen!
Location #2: Alsenborn, Germany
We needed a bigger place with two bedrooms when I got pregnant, so we moved to “GI Hill” in Alsenborn, a little town just outside of the Air Force base at Sembach. Our neighbors were a mixture of AF people and Germans. The only problem I had while we lived there was one day when the neighbor lady’s kids were running amok outside and they decided it would be ok to run up our outside staircase to our deck on the third floor. This was right outside where our new son was sleeping in his crib, which of course woke him up. I just yelled at them and they never did it again. Case closed.
Location #3: Apartment building, Clinton, IA
Thrilled to be back in the “States”, we waited for our stuff from Germany to be delivered to the apt. Of course, that meant that it would only get delivered to the building, not the apt. itself! And it came in a BIG crate. Also residing in this apartment complex were some of the local AAA baseball team who already thought they were BMOC. So here is my not-so-puny husband struggling to get our stuff up a flight of stairs to our apt. and he was really mad that not one of those prima donna players would offer to help. I was gone somewhere that day and he ended up doing it all by himself.
Location #4: Rental house, Clinton, IA
Not much to complain about here. The only thing that happened was some kids sliding down our front yard in the winter. Ruined the grass, but we moved a few months later to…next door.
Location #5: Rental house, Clinton IA
Nice neighbors on both sides of us. One elderly lady taught me how to join together crocheted granny squares, for which I am forever grateful. The neighbors on the other side even let me and my young son come to their house one day when there was a tornado watch. I was probably more lonely than scared, but they were very accommodating and welcomed me warmly. The major problem we had at this house was the friend of the elderly lady who would come pick her up in her car and the doofus would sit out front of the house and honk her horn until the elderly lady would hear her. Yes, she was hearing impaired, hence the problem. “Honker lady” and I exchanged a few angry words when I told her my baby and my husband (who worked shifts) were trying to sleep. She seemed to think I was being unreasonable!
Location #6: Our first purchased house, Clinton, IA
All I was looking for was some place with a basement where I could hide from the tornadoes! This was supplied in the last rental house, but even more so in this purchased house with a full basement and even a finished family room. Neighbors on both sides when we moved in were from hell.
Neighbors #1:On one side were a young couple with one boy and the husband was a jerk. Our bedroom was right next to their driveway and detached garage. The husband liked to work on his hotrod till late at night. We were tolerant of them and him until the night he was out there banging away at midnight on his car and we were hours away from getting up and leaving on a long car trip. A call to his house to his wife with a complaint elicited the response that she would deliver our complaint but that she couldn’t guarantee he would cease and desist. He didn’t right away (defiant SOB) so we were two tired puppies that first day of driving on our trip. They moved soon after, thank goodness.
Neighbors #2: These people take the prize for all time worst neighbors we have ever had. Typical dysfunctional couple, with three young kids and an older son of the husband. From almost day one, we regretted our move next door to them. They would leave the kids home alone and antics such as dangling their young sister out the bedroom window, starting fires in their grill on one of the windiest days of the year so that paper and burning embers were flying right towards our house, about 15 feet away. One day two of the boys decided it would be good fun to go up on the roof and rip shingles off and toss them in every direction. The father drove a semi and he often would haul meat. One day I went out in our back yard to find all these meat hooks all over our yard. How they missed the dog, I have no clue! They were embedded in our grapevine, our garden, and on the roof of our garage. The coup de gras came one day when their 11 year old went out and got in the semi parked in front of their house, started it up and drove off! I made a frantic call to this kid’s aunt, and she alerted the parents who were sitting on their butts up at the local truck stop. I was never so glad to move away from these people.
OK, that was just the 1970’s….On to the 80’s next post!