There are neighbors who
feud constantly. And then, there are neighbors who are such dear
people that they get adopted into the family.
That was the case with
John Kirby and Barbara Bowlin. Siblings who lived right next door to
us, when we lived in the house that saw our son grow from a
preschooler into a formidable young man. (At least, that's what we
The first time we
noticed that these were special people was shortly after we moved in.
Having lived in a town house with built in maintenance (and an
association fee that came with it), we didn't have a lawn mower in our
vault of tools quite yet. But we learned quickly that a single family
home had a different set of homeowner responsibilities altogether.
One day there was an
unexpected noise in our yard: the neighbor taking care of our grass on
his riding lawn mower. And that was only the beginning.
Barbara and John were
always giving, always there, without being overbearing. Not just for
us - they helped EVERYBODY they could. And so they had a collection of
"lucky" animals: Weenie, a blind dog. Mama, a particularly raggedy
cat. Boomie, a dog who could barely walk and with a constant bladder
problem. Mr. Stubbs, a black cat who was missing most of his tail.
The list goes on, and
over the years, new ones got "found" to replace the ones which passed
There was genuine love,
and I fondly remember Barbara and John, their other brother James and
the animals. Our newfound family.
There is so much more
to share about their selfless caring, but it is material for another
story, another time.
Posted on 11/13/2016
Submitted by: Ingrid Webster