Posts Tagged ‘Community Building’

I’ve had rea­son to pon­der prop­erty own­er­ship and the break­down of the tra­di­tional com­mu­nity lately and fig­ured I’d share a few of my thoughts with you.

Sev­eral weeks ago, per­sons unknown rifled through my car overnight and took it upon them­selves to relieve me of an iPod that was tucked in to the cen­tre con­sole.  While it is rea­son­ably clear that I must have left my vehi­cle unlocked, I feel a great sense of dis­ap­point­ment that I should even need to lock my doors in front of my own house.. Really, is noth­ing sacred any longer?

Yes­ter­day I looked in to my back yard to find a well dressed man pick­ing the apples from one of the two trees grow­ing against the inside fence.  I was shocked at his brazen­ness and went out to speak with him.  I’m cer­tain he was caught as off-guard as I was, and when I politely enquired as to whether I could be of assis­tance to him he told me point-blank that he’d just stopped by to gather fruit.  I reminded him that it was cus­tom­ary to ask before (tres­pass­ing and) tak­ing someone’s fruit, and that had he done so he would have been wel­come to it.

He tried to explain that he thought the house was unoc­cu­pied (I’ve been here full-time since Novem­ber and owned the place for two years), and that he knew the lady that used to live here (three or more years ago) so I found the argu­ment a bit weak.  I’ve vehi­cles parked both in front of the house and out back as well.  The lights are on at night, and I’m usu­ally around dur­ing the day so really there’s no excuse to think the house is vacant.. or is there?

Prop­erty and entitlement

We live in such a con­sumer state that the quest for ever-more stuff in our lives is becom­ing an all-consuming pas­sion for peo­ple and these two sep­a­rate hap­pen­ings have given me cause to reflect on the nature of prop­erty and what it all really means.

I pride myself on being gen­er­ous and pretty relaxed about my own prop­erty, par­tic­u­larly the abun­dance of fruit in the yard.   In fact, sev­eral peo­ple have open invi­ta­tions to pick fruit through­out the sum­mer just because they’ve expressed inter­est. I’ve given pop­pies and plant cut­tings to sev­eral peo­ple because they asked. It pleases me to share and to be fair I have far more than I can use any­way. I’ve even an arrange­ment with Charles, the man that col­lects bot­tles in this area to set my recy­cles away for him.  He asked, and I was happy to oblige.

What irks me though, is that peo­ple feel a sense of enti­tle­ment to the prop­erty of oth­ers; we’re drawn to the shinier-fancier-prettier stuff that other peo­ple have and we’ve been con­di­tioned to desire it almost at-all-cost..  Why do we for­get man­ners in the face acqui­si­tion? Why is this still desire still acceptable?

Fur­ther, what does it say about me to claim own­er­ship of some­thing that I’ve done noth­ing to cre­ate and lit­tle to main­tain (after all, trees are pretty self suf­fi­cient)?   Am I just part of the problem?

Rekin­dling the real community

This brings us to the real bee in my bon­net, which takes shape in an incred­i­ble lack of com­mu­nity here in my own neigh­bour­hood (and I’ll sug­gest, in all of Cal­gary). I’ve lived in my house for two years, and know sev­eral of my neigh­bours through pleas­antries exchanged over the hedge but I couldn’t even tell you a whole lot more than first names and whether they’ve got a dog. Of the ten houses that sur­round my own, four are vacant and two want noth­ing to do with the out­side world.

If I wanted to bor­row the prover­bial cup of sugar I’d be forced to knock on four or five doors before any­one actu­ally answered, there’s really nobody I can share tools with, nor ask for assis­tance with a home project. This may be partly because the neigh­bour­hood is estab­lished, and full of retirees, or may just be an excuse on my part.  I don’t know which end of that state­ment is true because I have not made the slight­est attempt to find out.

Through this dis­con­nec­tion we breed igno­rance of what is going on around us, and per­pet­u­ate it in our­selves. Had I neigh­bours that knew the score, would it have been more likely that my stuff wasn’t get­ting pinched? Pos­si­bly. We can’t know until we find out though..

My chal­lenge next week is to start meet­ing the neigh­bours that I’ve neglected to date, and I chal­lenge you, dear reader, to do the same!