When we first saw the cabin at the lake and the neglected state it was in, their house was our inspiration for what we could make this house become.
At the sale they sat on the hearth next to my husband and asked if we planned to flip the house. He answered, “No,” and they nodded.
When my husband was the only bidder at the auction and the property was declared ours they said, “Welcome neighbor!”
The first weekend we were there they pulled their boat up to our dock and said, “Get in. Let’s go for a ride and talk.”
Each summer holiday, Memorial Day, the Fourth of July, and Labor Day, they decorated their driveway with flags and welcomed family and friends.
Whenever we needed a yard man, or a plumber, or any kind of help, they knew just what we needed and passed along good advice.
They generously complimented the upgrades we made to our house, and proudly showed us what they had done through the years to their own.
They told us of health problems that they were dealing with in their old age and they came less often as the years went by.
We cried at the end of last summer when they told us they had to sell their house after coming to Pickwick for over twenty-five years.
The “pending” sign in their yard made us gasp last week when we went to the lake. It was hard to think about them not being next door.
We couldn’t have had better neighbors. Even though we came to the lake from opposite directions, and we live in cities three hours apart, I pray we continue to keep them as friends.