When we moved to New Jersey we were surprised to find out that our neighbors were Army. McGuire is now a joint base so our street actually had all branches of service. Housing just finished construction when we arrived so our street was full of newbies. A couple of us organized a street party as a way for us to all get to know each other. Afterwards one person said instead of waving politely when we saw each other we would now wave with enthusiasm. These strangers had become our friends. We shared a duplex with Rob and Nancy. We were lucky to have the type of neighbors who saw no division in the driveway. They helped us and we helped them.
In February we were offered a new home-a bigger home since Jason had pinned on Major. We were torn about leaving South Prestwick. We loved our neighbors and although we would just be down the street it wouldn't be the same as walking down the driveway. When Rob and Nancy heard we were moving they immediately went to work helping us with the heavy items, and didn't shy away from the piano either. We had 5 days to move with no notice and we made it due to the help of Rob and his son and our other great neighbors.
We heard from our other neighbor that Nancy was retiring and they were in the process of packing up to move. Jason and I headed over and with our farewell we gave them a Book of Mormon.
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