One Way to Get to Know Your Neighbors

When I first moved to Seattle in 1996, I had no ideawere elderly African American women who lived side
how daunting it would be to move to an enormousby side. One of them, it turns out, was an original
city, 3000 miles from home, and not know a soul. IRosie the Riveter. She came all the way to Seattle
found a wonderful little one-bedroom bungalow withfrom the South during World War II to become a
a spectacular view of the Mt. Rainier and all thewelder for the war effort, and never left. Later, she
Cascade Mountains. This stunning view of nature wasraised her family there.
truly solace for my soul; however, I longed to haveI visited with these two women regularly and hearing
some friendships as well. Quite frankly, I was lonelytheir stories about leaving their homes so far away
and needed to do something soon!and making a new life in Seattle made me feel more
So... I started baking bread: zucchini bread, bananaconfident about my own choices. I also got to taste
bread, French baguettes, you name it.and enjoy some of their bread recipes.
I could not wait for the neighbors to welcome me,Now, I am not saying it was easy to go door to
which might not ever happen in a large anonymousdoor with my meager offering of homemade bread.
city like Seattle. Instead, every few days, I knockedOn the contrary, before each outing, I had to ready
on a new door and made a new acquaintance. Imyself with lots of deep breathing and a little pep
made my first real friend in Seattle this way, a singletalk. But, in the end we all benefited from the great
mom who lived across the street from me.bread exchange: I got to meet my neighbors and
I also got to know two of the most interestingmake friends, they got to share their stories from
women I would ever meet. Two of my neighborstheir past, and we all got to eat some yummy bread!