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Friends, Neighbours and the Sweet Taste of Community

Posted on August 28, 2018
By Thomas Froese

Taking time to share food with the people close to us — whether it’s friends, neighbours, or a bit of both — is good for the belly, and the soul and the people around you.

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It was a long time ago and a ridiculous day.

I went for a sleepover. "Chris has invited you," I was told by the grownups around me. So with my pyjamas and such, I walked some distance to my friend's house. Chris wasn't home, so I sat and waited. His sister looked at me like I was from Mars. I waited. And waited.

Finally, Chris came home with his mother. Neither knew a thing about any sleepover. Then that mother gave Chris supreme %$^&*. "Christopher! Have you been fooling around with that phone again?" she yelled. Nobody, least of all me, knew what was going on.

I later discovered it was another Chris who'd given me the kind invitation. Chris #1, my friend with the bug-eyed sister and yelling mother, was Chris Sylvestry. Chris #2 was Chris Polumbo, a neighbour living near me, wondering why I never arrived at his house. Good grief.

So it is. You can have friends who aren't the closest of neighbours, or you can have neighbours who aren't the closest of friends, even as some days you might not know who exactly your friends are, never mind your neighbours. It's a question for the ages, at least if you put any stock in that old exhortation that nothing in life, besides loving the Almighty, is as important as loving your neighbour. (You might know that Christ once said this, before some Philadelphia lawyer responded, "And who is my neighbour?").

In either case, I now have different neighbours. None are named Chris. Our immediate neighbours are Ryan and Jane, (thanks for your patience with the fence thing); Dan and Debbie, (thanks for singing with us); and Donna and Duncan, (thanks for your fine roadside garden).To the best of my observation, they're fine people, as are the extended neighbours. Nobody's invited me for a sleepover, but, one street over, the neighbours did recently invite the children and their mother and myself to their street party.

It was something: the music and wine, the worthwhile conversation, along with the food on table after table lining the asphalted street. And kids and scooters and dogs. And all that white — you were to wear at least some — like you were at Wimbledon or something.

It was the 8th year for this party, a fundraiser to fight pancreatic cancer. In 2010, this took the life of Jane Lindsay. With her husband, George, she had lived in the Dundas neighbourhood since 2003. To date, in Jane's memory, about $85,000 has been raised. I can't imagine a better reason for a summer gathering. 

And it's this party that's led me to pause and consider it all: friends and neighbours and, sure, the ridiculous day I confused them. It's reminded me of the power of eating together. The power of breaking bread and sharing wine. That's why it's called communion, I suppose. Because when you share such elemental things, community is created.

In our hurried time we live with less of this. We have fewer conversations and more noise. Fewer front porches. People are especially hungry, so to speak, for this sort of nourishment. Other parts of the world, from what I've seen, are better at it.

The research is also clear. Slow down and eat with others. Regularly. Intentionally. At a table. (Or on a mat-covered floor, as some cultures will, inviting you in. "Thooo-masss! Come! Eat!")

Joining in helps your emotional and intellectual and spiritual well-being. Studies show this is true especially for the kids. Eating together — creating space to share stories — gives kids better self-esteem, higher grades and fewer struggles with depression and substance abuse.

And while it's one thing to sit and eat with family or friends or neighbours, what about sharing some bread and Pinot Noir with some enemy, some traitor in your life? There has to be power in this sort of gesture also.

It's good to ruminate on, especially now for my own family, as one year ago today I shared in this space how we moved into a new home in this community, a home of some permanence, something different for us, a home that came along in an unusual and unexpected way.

This too is giving these summer days a certain sweet taste.

Thomas Froese writes about family, travel and life. Learn more about his work at


This is a reposted article that first appeared in the Hamilton Spectator, on August 10, 2018.

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Thomas Froese

By Thomas Froese

Thomas Froese is a storyteller and veteran journalist of 30 years. He grew up in Canada’s Niagara Region and is a native of Berlin, Germany. Thomas writes about news, travel and life, often from his experiences in the Arab World and Africa, where he lived for 15 years and where he still returns to teach literature. He worked for 12 years as a reporter and photographer for the St. Thomas Times-Journal in southwestern Ontario. He is an alumnus of Seattle Pacific University’s MFA in Creative Writing program. He’s taught Creative Writing to American undergraduates in Uganda and taught American Literature to Ugandan graduate students, a lecturing assignment which currently brings him back to Africa annually. His ongoing interest in photography has also led him to photograph much of Canada and parts of Europe in addition to his overseas homes in the Middle East and Africa. Learn more about Thomas at

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