Growing up, I lived on a street named Majestic Drive. The houses on my street and the people who lived around me will forever be a formidable part of my life. There are some neighbors I grew up around that color my childhood with a sense of fondness and bring a smile to my soul.
One such neighbor was Mr. Coffee who lived three or four houses down from us on the opposite side of the street. He was an older man who as memory recalls sat on his front porch quite frequently and was always pleasant to anyone nearby.
Our friendship began with just a wave hello as I passed by him on my way to my best friends house every day. Eventually I would find myself frequenting his porch to visit and talk about life.
He was a very nice and generous man. Mr. Coffee would insist on giving me money for the ice cream man more times than I remember. He once gave me a huge Bible with tons of illustrative pictures in it. The book was over a hundred years old and I kept it with my few beloved possessions. Sadly, I am not sure whatever happened to this gift I had treasured as a girl. I also am not sure of what became of my dear neighbor. Sometimes people slip in and out of your life and you don’t even realize it, He was in my life for a season and shaped it more than he probably ever imagined.
As I look back with nostalgia, I wonder now if he had a wife that he loved and lost? Did he have grandkids whom he didn’t see much? Did I ever tell him how thankful I was for his kindness? Does anyone else from Majestic Drive remember Mr Coffee and smile with nostalgia and appreciation in their hearts?