Comments on: Don’t Send Me Presents: My House has No Number, My Street No Name

By: theprofessionalhobo

theprofessionalhobo — Wed, 07 Aug 2013 18:07:21 +0000

Hi Global – ….and the beautiful thing, is I know exactly where you’re talking about! (Beautiful spot). 😉 Did you leave after the hurricane?

By: Global Village Travels

Global Village Travels — Wed, 07 Aug 2013 16:43:45 +0000

Know where the Catholic Church is in St. Paul’s, well I was born in the house across the street on the hill, you know, the one destroyed by hurricane Ivan.

By: theprofessionalhobo

theprofessionalhobo — Mon, 29 Apr 2013 13:19:27 +0000

In reply to Suzanne Fluhr (Just One Boomer). Hi Suzanne, I love it! What happened, I wonder, when the mailman was sick? I guess in a rural area, everybody pretty much knows where everybody lives anyway!

By: Suzanne Fluhr (Just One Boomer)

Suzanne Fluhr (Just One Boomer) — Mon, 29 Apr 2013 02:14:00 +0000

Growing up, my parents worked at a camp in Pennsylvania farm country. The nearest town was about a 20 minute drive, Pine Grove, PA. The camp’s address was, “Lighthouse Camp, R.D. #2, Pine Grove, PA. R.D. stood for Rural Delivery and we were on route two. Presumably, the mailman knew the names of the families on his route. I also remember that he drove sitting in the middle of the front car seat (no bucket car seats then in regular sedans), so he could easily slide over to reach the mail boxes on the right side of the road. He drove his own car, so if you didn’t know it was the mailman, it looked like a car was approaching with no one in the driver’s seat.

By: Bell

Bell — Tue, 09 Apr 2013 15:28:18 +0000

So true… the grass is always greener 😉 I guess it is something I miss a bit as it takes time in cities to build and we seem to move just as we start to get a community established!

Great saying though, thank you for sharing, certainly made me laugh!

By: theprofessionalhobo

theprofessionalhobo — Tue, 09 Apr 2013 13:52:51 +0000

In reply to Bell.

Hi Bell,
Communities in cities are different from living in rural areas.
In the city, I find you seek out your “community” based on special interests and less-so by the geography of where you live.
In rural areas, community is inherent (an in many cases necessary) in the proximity of small groups of people living in the same area; how you are viewed by and interact with the community differs by who you are and how long you’ve lived there.

And as lovely as it is, anybody who has lived rurally anywhere in the world can tell you that tight-knit small communities can be a double-edged sword! In Grenada, there’s a saying: “Fart in Grenville and somebody in St George’s will tell you how it smelled”. (Grenville and St George’s are on opposite sides of the island). So don’t expect to have many secrets! 🙂

By: Bell

Bell — Tue, 09 Apr 2013 13:27:53 +0000

Love it and glad I stumbled upon your blog 🙂 I like the sense of community you describe and wish there was more of that in the city… but I suppose you have to try and develop your community for yourself when it’s not already in place for you.

By: theprofessionalhobo

theprofessionalhobo — Mon, 08 Apr 2013 13:03:48 +0000

In reply to John Lewis. Ha ha! I'll bet the corn can be quite talkative! :-)

By: theprofessionalhobo

theprofessionalhobo — Mon, 08 Apr 2013 13:01:39 +0000

In reply to livingontheglobe. I would expect nothing less organized from a place such as Singapore... :-)

By: John Lewis

John Lewis — Sun, 07 Apr 2013 21:55:38 +0000

“What’s the strangest address you’ve had? ”

Quarters 20
Turkey Hill Radar Station
Belleveille IL

‘Turkey Hill’ was pretty appropriate, as far as my younger self was concerned.

Three geodesic domes housing radar antennae set smack in the middle of a huge cornfield. I can attest that at certain times of the year it IS possible to hear corn grow.