Whatever Happened to Borrowing a Cup of Sugar?
The lost art of being a good neighbor.
By Melissa Gilbert
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be a good neighbor.
When I was growing up, it meant more than simply living next door. You borrowed a cup of sugar if you were baking something and realized you were out. You dropped off chicken noodle soup when someone was sick. You shared the tomatoes you couldn’t possibly eat before they spoiled. You checked in on the woman down the street who lived alone. If somebody needed an extra pair of hands, you showed up.
Nobody called it volunteering or community service. You were just being a good neighbor.
Somewhere along the way, we became more isolated. These days, those little acts of kindness that happen in our communities tend to be more rare.
Yet in September, as we came together for Hunger Action Month, I got to see so much of that old-fashioned neighborly spirit in action.
Chef Cheryl and I spent time with A Single Bite, preparing and delivering food to families in Sullivan County, New York. Nicole joined members of our community at Second Harvest Food Bank of Orange County, where they helped inspect and prepare thousands of pounds of fresh produce for local families.
And then there was our Modern Prairie Warehouse Sale in Beaver Dam, Wisconsin. People showed up to shop, of course. But so many of them also walked through the doors carrying bags and boxes of food for those in need. By the end of the day, our community had donated nearly 1,200 pounds of food to a local food pantry.
I keep thinking about that. These were completely different places and different ways of helping, but the inspiration behind all of them was the same: Someone around me could use a little help. What can I do?
And the wonderful thing is, we don’t need an organized event or an official volunteer day to answer that question. You can bring someone a loaf of banana bread or make an extra batch of your famous casserole for a friend who’s had a rough week. Maybe you share the last flowers or vegetables from your garden or take in your next door neighbor’s trash cans because you’re right there, why not? Or perhaps it’s time to check on an older neighbor or finally introduce yourself to that person who moved in a few doors down months ago.
I’d love to see us bring back another thing I miss: Write someone a note.
Not a text or an email. An actual little note, hand-written by you. Leave it on a doorstep or pop it in the mail to someone you’ve been thinking about. Thank somebody for something they did years ago that you still remember. It doesn’t need to be beautifully written, and you certainly don’t need fancy stationery. A scrap of paper that says, “I was thinking about you today,” can be enough.
You could even leave a note somewhere unexpected for a stranger to find that says something like, “I hope something wonderful happens to you today.”
Sometimes that’s all we’re really trying to say (or need to hear): I see you. I’m thinking about you.
Couldn’t we all use a little more of that?
Being a good neighbor also means paying attention. Who haven’t you seen lately? Who has their hands full? Who might be lonely? Who could use a little encouragement—or maybe just someone to sit beside them with a cup of coffee and no agenda whatsoever?
Come to think of it, being a good neighbor isn’t really a lost art. I believe we’ve just gotten a little out of practice.
So, I have a challenge for us this October: Do one neighborly thing.
It doesn’t have to cost anything. You don’t have to post about it on social media. In fact, nobody else even needs to know you did it. Make something. Share something. Write the note. Knock on the door. Just take a look around your little corner of the world and ask: Who could use a neighbor today?
And then, be that good neighbor.
Because the community we’ve created at Modern Prairie shouldn’t exist only here, online. We get to carry it with us—into our neighborhoods, our towns, and all the places where we live our lives. That’s how communities have always been built—one doorstep, one meal, one handwritten note, one conversation, one helping hand, and yes, maybe even one borrowed cup of sugar at a time.
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11 comments
I was diagnosed with breast cancer and had a mastectomy this past July. I am single and live alone. I had wonderful support from my sister, friends and neighbors. I too believe in writing notes as you do, Melissa. I thanked the people who helped me in person, but I was able to express myself more in a thank you note. I mailed them recently and I know the recipients were touched.
Ah….you’ve been reading my mind – again! My husband and I just built and moved into our dream home in a beautiful neighborhood. During construction, we discovered our neighbors took it upon themselves to tour our construction (yes, trespassing) and wander through the site. We chalked it up to looky-loos and let it go. However, we’ve now been in our home for seven (7) months, and NOT ONE neighbor in this development has bothered to drop by to welcome us to the area. In fact, we saw our nearest neighbor from a distance and called out…”We’re so happy to finally be in.” He looked over with a scowl and said, “It’s about time!” Haven’t seen him since. I’m heartbroken, because I’m “homesick” for the way of life in which I was nurtured, and was hoping to find it here. For those of you who have found it, and are living it, blessings to you all.
Hi Melissa, I was born less than 24 hours later than you and I feel like I grew up with you. I too, have enjoyed your blogging, and I agree. I miss those days when Neighbors used to be real neighbors. Stopping by for a good cuppa tea, or coffee. I miss how things used to be long before all the violence and shootings out there. I thoroughly enjoy your website and thank you for sharing. I love sending regular mail in the mail and use less of the internet. When I was in Lancaster PA a few weeks ago, it felt so inspiring and serene. I love hanging my clothes on the clothes line and using basic and getting the simplicity of things. Thank you for again, sharing.. Much love, Holly from near the Smokies in TN.
“Love your neighbor as yourself”. Everyone is our neighbor. We are to take care of each other.
When I was a child,my maternal family was all on the same block. There was always someone to watch us kids,or a cousin to play with. I was the first grandchild to go to college and that is what started the generational “drift”. Going out into the Big Wide World. Now, I am FAR away from my hometown in Alabama. I make a point to check each house visually as I ride by on the way to work. I make sure I see the lady down the street has her curtains open. I hang over the back fences to talk to neighbors outside with their dogs. As I drive around town,if I see a beautiful yard or porch,I make note of the address and mail them a card. I believe in Community. We are not all supposed to be having a singular experience in our houses. We need to reach out to our neighbors to connect and learn -even hard stuff sometimes. When it comes down to it,if I’m sick,if I have a flat tire,if the dogs get loose and run the neighborhood, it’s not the government that’s going to help me. Both parties have done a good job of alienating us from each other. United we stand,Divided we fall. My neighbors will reach out a hand as I will do to them because that’s what community does. I’ve got a cup of sugar and a cup of tea. And I might find a black jelly bean or two.