|RE: Cohousing stories||<– Date –> <– Thread –>|
|From: Rob Sandelin (Exchange) (RobsanExchange.MICROSOFT.com)|
|Date: Wed, 27 Dec 1995 11:20:07 -0600|
Here is a typical, if rather mundane cohousing story which is illustrative of the cohousing way of life. Over the holidays we had several visitors and since the weather was unusually nice (not raining!) the kids were all playing outside. At one point the kids were not visable and one of our visitors asked where my kids were. I shrugged and commented that I didn't know, they were probably at someones house. She got this amazed look on her face and said something to the effect: " You just let you kids go into whomevers house they like?" And I said sure, why not? There are no strangers here other than you. A few minutes later the kids all migrated over to my house and went into the basement and continued whatever game they were doing and again my visitor commented: "Don't people knock on doors before coming in?" I explained as best I could that there was an unwritten, but well respected code of conduct, where some houses you just came in, others you knocked and then went in, and others you knocked and waited for a response. My four year old, who had come into the room then added: " And at Stephana house when you clean up the toys you get a gummie!" My four year old then explained, as only a four year old can, which houses had toys, where the cookies where in each house, and what toys she liked best at each of her friends houses. My visitors amazement at my daughters knowlege of the inside of all the neighbors homes made me aware what an amazing difference our neighborhood offers. I just take it for granted sometimes, forgetting how "unnormal" our lifestyle really is. Rob Sandelin Sharingwood
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