{"id":1506,"date":"2017-02-26T13:16:53","date_gmt":"2017-02-26T21:16:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1506"},"modified":"2017-02-26T13:16:53","modified_gmt":"2017-02-26T21:16:53","slug":"a-sisterhood-of-neighbors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1506","title":{"rendered":"A sisterhood of neighbors"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Charlotte Russe. Image from http:\/\/www.bettycrocker.com\/<\/p><\/div>\n

Would she be able to watch my toddler for an afternoon while I went to a doctor\u2019s appointment, I asked Margaret, my next-door neighbor in the block of new row houses we\u2019d both recently moved into in 1965. An odd look came over her face, and a blush reddened her cheeks. A pause. \u201cActually, I have a doctor\u2019s appointment that afternoon too.\u201d Another pause. I don\u2019t remember which of us said it first: \u201cI think I\u2019m pregnant again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>An easy solution: we went to our appointments together, to the same doctor, taking turns to supervise our infants (her daughter only three days younger than my son) in the waiting room.\u00a0 Our second children were born within two weeks of each other. Another neighbor, Jo, took care of our two-year-old then, while my husband was at work. When Jo had another baby the following year, it was I who minded her two little girls.<\/p>\n

Not having family in England to call on for help, I am forever grateful to this sisterhood of neighbors. Most of the women in our little close of twenty houses were stay-at-home mums with small children. We drank coffee together in the mornings and shared how our brains were turning to mush. Our children ran in and out of each other\u2019s houses. We took care of each other.<\/p>\n

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Prawn Cocktail. Image from http:\/\/www.bbcgoodfood.com<\/p><\/div>\n

On the back pages of my English cookbook are two recipes, one for a Charlotte Russe from Margaret and a prawn cocktail \u00a0from Jo, both classic 1960s recipes. I remember the occasion vividly. My husband Tony had accepted a position in California. We were waiting for our US green cards to come through \u2013a nerve-wracking saga that I\u2019ll write about sometime. Meanwhile, his prospective new boss was passing through on his way home to Denmark for Easter, and wanted to meet Tony. A dinner invitation was obviously required. But what to serve? In a panic, I turned to my sister-neighbors. They held my hand and helped me through planning a menu. Prawn cocktail to start, and Charlotte Russe for dessert. For the main course I probably served roast lamb, a traditional New Zealand staple.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The dinner was a success, though I suspect that the Danish boss, having gotten used to casual Californian ways, was a bit overwhelmed by the formality of it. But he was very gracious, and we had a pleasant evening. I couldn\u2019t wait to share how it went with my neighbors the next morning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Would she be able to watch my toddler for an afternoon while I went to a doctor\u2019s appointment, I asked Margaret, my next-door neighbor in the block of new row houses we\u2019d both recently moved into in 1965. An odd look came over her face, and a blush reddened her cheeks. A pause. \u201cActually, I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[24,100,329,400],"tags":[429,431],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1506"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1506"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1506\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1541,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1506\/revisions\/1541"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1506"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1506"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1506"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}