Yesterday we blocked off our little street in West Highlands and true to what our little street has become over the years, we celebrated the meaning of neighborliness which encompasses so much more than simply being neighbors. Living in West Highlands for the past twenty-two years, there is a curiosity–at least for me–why this neighborhood seems to effuse its character street by street, rather than by the whole of this Northwest Denver enclave. Some streets, like ours have few rental properties (only one that I know of), and there is, if not a prideful effort, certainly a committed responsibility to preserve the essential character of our little street: houses are cared for as gems from bygone eras (a somewhat eclectic mix, circa 1890s to 1930s, and one duplex circa 2005); yards are kept well, weeds pulled, lawns watered and cut, flowers lovingly nurtured, xeriscapeing abounds. Our little street is…yes, I’ll use that word again, eclectic. And, now that I’ve said this, there is one property that, oh, shall we say sits empty, occasionally visited by an absentee owner who… Well, I’ll just leave it at that.
Yes, curiously, if you walk just one or two blocks in any direction from our little street, the scene is much different. I have no problem suspecting the uncared for yards, the weeds, the neglect of those bygone era gems is the product of the scourge of a particular kind of renter (not all renters), many of whom–and I do not understand this at all–obviously take no pride or responsibility of neighborhood, or neighborliness. Or, perhaps the real culprit here are the owners of these properties who, once they’ve rented these homes, find neglect a more profitable endeavor than upkeep. I don’t know. As I said, I don’t understand it.
Enough of the rant.
Firstly, thank you Mary and Melissa for making this wonderful event happen. The city permits, the street closure, all the bureaucratic folderol, the notice and invitations to neighbors necessary to do something like this was an effort you took on with the unselfish intent of simply celebrating who and what our little street is: our home, our pride, our refuge…our little piece of heaven.
The pictures speak for themselves. Would that others make the effort to emulate this fulfilling, happy day that we had on our little street, in our little neighborhood in West Highlands.
All of the pictures are at my Flickr Site. Click here. (Click “Slideshow” in upper right hand corner, then click on the speed you’d like to view the slideshow in the lower left corner once the new screen appears.) Below are a few shots that you’ll also find at the Flickr Site.