posted 2 months ago
I've made a habit of trying to introduce myself to new neighbors as soon as possible, even going over to offer to help on move-in day if I'm around, even though I might rather be doing something else. I have dollies and mover's strap and so forth - even some heavier rigging tools like pinch bars, pipe rolls, chain falls, winches and come-a-longs - so it's not an idle offer. If the big guns are needed, my brother has a mini excavator, front loaders and gooseneck flat deck and dump trailers and whatnot. Need to move in an upright piano? A wood burning cook stove? A gun safe into the basement? We can probably help.
We usually try to offer some small gift - food, a plant, whatever. If it's a single woman, and she seems a little leery of me and my motives, I give her my wife's cell number to call if she needs help. That's only been a couple of times. Otherwise, they get my number, and I tell them to call any time. And I mean it. I've hopped out of bed at 1AM to throw on boots and a coat to help push someone out of a snow drift. Or at 2:30AM to wade through knee deep water to check on our elderly neighbors.
I try to make sure the new arrivals know when important municipal infrastructure stuff happens - the volunteer fire department has training on Tuesday evenings, so don't worry if you see the trucks out then; the fire barn siren goes off in case of any civil emergency, not just fires; trash pickup is on Wednesday morning - put it out the night before unless you are up before 6AM, but make sure the raccoons and sea gulls can't get at it; etc. Which of the local eateries or watering holes serve reputable food. What the (unposted) park hours are, so you don't inadvertently attract the attention of the local constabulary (because they do cruise through around closing time' just to check). Don't eat fish out of the lake (high levels of toxic gick), it's still not safe to swim at the beach (also gick, and sharp objects left over from a flood we had, buried in the sand). The seaplane ferry will take off at 8AM sharp, every morning all summer long, and will warm up the engines before that, so don't plan on sleeping in. Where the village brush dump is. All of the stuff I'd want to know.
Once I see a little better how someone operates, I may offer to lend them tools, if they need them. I generally won't lend out things I wouldn't just give them outright if it came to that - I try to keep an open hand - but some things have sentimental value (my dad's hand saws or my grandfather's framing hammer), so I am not inclined to lend out those items. But, a commodity Stanley hand saw, or a "Heavy Hitter" hardware store claw hammer - sure, I have several of each, so if one gets wrecked or falls in the lake or whatever, no biggy. Probably not power tools, at least until I have some confidence they won't maim themselves and others. I have it on good authority that saw chaps won't reliably stop an electric chainsaw, and I don't want someone to empirically verify that with my saw!
As a trial run, I may even, after a bit, ask them for assistance with some smallish task, even though I don't actually need the help, per se, just to see if they are a reliable helper. If they aren't, well then I know. Or, maybe they are willing, but just have a different skill set. That's important to know, too.
This is all with a view to developing community and building social capital within our neighborhood. My point of view is that, when the chips are down, social capital is the most important sort. Yes, skills and intellectual capital and capital equipment (tools and books) matter, and over the longer term arable land might be right up there too, but if no one is willing to assist others, pitch in on community projects or share, then having all of that other stuff doesn't help nearly as much.
A few years ago, we had the aforementioned flood - severe damage very localized due to a high rainfall event which persisted because a storm cell basically parked or stalled, and just kept dumping (7+ inches, mostly in just a handful of hours). We for sure found out who was reliable and helpful, then (more people than I would have suspected, quite honestly - it was very inspiring). During the somewhat contentious days of the pandemic, I tried to keep in mind that the same people who had vehemently different opinions about things then were the same people who had been mucking out each others basements and cooking dinner for the neighborhood a few years prior. If push comes to shove, I'd bet it will be every shoulder to the wheel again.
Anyway, in my view, welcoming new neighbors is just part of fostering community and building up this sort of social capital. And, finding out who's who.
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?"
Andrea del Sarto by Robert Browning