December 6, 2015, Marana- There are two parts of this northern suburb of Tucson. The “new” area is close to I-10. The “old” section consists of older ranch-style homes and a few brick dwellings, with large lots, that are spaced apart. The neighbours barely know one another.
A friend of mine moved into the area, about two years ago. Yesterday, I joined her gathering of the neighbours and some of her co-workers. About twenty-five people showed up, so a start was made at bringing the “islands” closer together. The consensus was that a neighbourhood where people are anonymous to one another is a neighbourhood at risk.
Time was, when we knew everyone within a four-block radius of the house. That was in the Boston area of the 1950’s and ’60’s. When we lived in Phoenix, we knew those on either side of the house, and a few people across the street. Here in my current residence, I have a nodding acquaintance with all but one of the neighbours. The man immediately above me is the sole first-name basis, friendly sort.
It is of course, a two-way street, and one that is rather bustling. My friend in Marana simply regards the matter as one that ought to be resolved for the overall safety and well-being of all the area residents. We are a species that depend on interaction with others, lest we lose heart, from isolation and negative self-talk.
The afternoon, and evening, were filled with affirmations for most who attended, and heartfelt discussion afterwards brought a consensus that more such events should be planned. Here are a few scenes of the day, including a few spirited young dancers