A simple followup to my post from yesterday...
I got to work this morning and the church relief team that had been canvassing the town DID offer to clean up my yard. Apparently, one of my friends form church, "Uncle Johnny", asked them to stop by my house if they had time when they had finished cleaning up other folks' yards. I felt kind of bad -- I really didn't want it to appear that I could handle it myself.
Well, if that weren't enough, Mr. Bob (a local sod farmer and another church member) sent a group of his workers into town today to clean up several yards -- his guys came by my house as well. My neighbor beat them all to it!
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Neighbors and small towns
The storms that swept across the mid-south Tuesday struck our small town -- not badly, more of a slap to remind us that nature is unpredictable. Apparently an F1 tornado zig-zagged through my neighborhood and a few others.
The home across the street was damaged when a huge tree was literally ripped from the ground and dropped onto one corner. Other trees were completely uprooted as well. The nice folks who live in that house were out of town, but within an hour after the storm an army of folks had descended on the home and had covered the damaged part of the house with a tarpaulins. Since that time, volunteer "disaster teams" from churches and the Mennonite community have sawed up limbs and cleaned up properties. It's kind of nice to see such a community spirit.
I wasn't eligible, really, for charity cleanup and I had planned to begin picking up this weekend. I leave the house at about 8:30 in the morning and don't normally return until after dark (5:30 or later). I came home this afternoon and found that my yard had been cleaned up as well. Apparently, my next door neighbor (a retired dentist named "Dr. Mac") had taken an electric chainsaw and cut up the large limbs and clipped the smaller ones to a manageable size. He then took his yard tractor and dragged everything to the street. I now have a huge pile of wood and brush next to the road -- ready for the city to pick up.
I must say that I was relieved -- I wasn't really stressed about it, but the cleanup was one more thing to do on my busy schedule.
I love living in a small town.
The home across the street was damaged when a huge tree was literally ripped from the ground and dropped onto one corner. Other trees were completely uprooted as well. The nice folks who live in that house were out of town, but within an hour after the storm an army of folks had descended on the home and had covered the damaged part of the house with a tarpaulins. Since that time, volunteer "disaster teams" from churches and the Mennonite community have sawed up limbs and cleaned up properties. It's kind of nice to see such a community spirit.
I wasn't eligible, really, for charity cleanup and I had planned to begin picking up this weekend. I leave the house at about 8:30 in the morning and don't normally return until after dark (5:30 or later). I came home this afternoon and found that my yard had been cleaned up as well. Apparently, my next door neighbor (a retired dentist named "Dr. Mac") had taken an electric chainsaw and cut up the large limbs and clipped the smaller ones to a manageable size. He then took his yard tractor and dragged everything to the street. I now have a huge pile of wood and brush next to the road -- ready for the city to pick up.
I must say that I was relieved -- I wasn't really stressed about it, but the cleanup was one more thing to do on my busy schedule.
I love living in a small town.
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