Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
It is true that culture, or where we grew up plays a big part in our thoughts about borrowing. I was born and raised in Chicago. My mom never borrowed from anyone. She often told us as children to not let our friends borrow our things, because they might return them broken, or not return them at all. We better value what we had, and take care of it. I guess that was a selfish way to live, but that's the way I was raised. My neighbor has often shared with me the fact that the neighborhood where she grew up was a close knit one. In fact, 1/2 of the people on her street were related in one way or another. They borrowed on a daily basis. My neighbor called it sharing many times.
In my case this borrowing has been one sided since my husband and I don't ask anyone for anything. We never have. Not that we don't have debt, because that of course is another matter all together.
I just feel "taken for granted". No, is not a bad word. Sometimes, it must/should be said.
I'm sure how anyone is raised could play into it. I was actually born in Chicago but only lived there 7 years, my Sis less. Both of my folks were born and raised in Chicago and they moved Westward to the suburbs. We were certainly in Chicago in a neighborhood of like, it was a strong Irish neighborhood. My one Gran, Aunt, Uncle-wife and kids lived next door in a two flat. We were the only part of the family that moved on and out of Chicago. Extended Relatives were not all that far either. My Dad being many years older than my Mom had a better life growing up than my Mom. My Mom was one of 12 children. She does remember being hungry as a child. I think this is why she is likely the most generous people I know. She'd never begrudge anyone anything and that is how my Sis and I were raised. And I guess though I live farther west now that is why I fit into this little hamlet of ours so well, a good chunk think of others over themselves. It does the heart good to watch 50 townies show up at a widows home, trim the bushes, wash the windows, cut the grass and paint the house in a day of service. And the same widow turn around and bake cake and bread for our meals on wheels. A lifestyle.
We as I've posted just went through a week of callings, wakes and funerals in town. We lost 3 very beloved long term residents in a week. Families were visited, families were fed, services attended, snow shoveled. It is just what we do here, we take care of each other. I had had a rough couple years, I had neighbors that without being asked, clean gutters, mowed lawns, shoveled sidewalks. In the past we had done the same for many. It is a lifestyle for our community.