The Mission: Borrowing A Cup Of Sugar - Ever Done That?

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The mission: Borrowing sugar from your scary urban neighbours is even more frightening if they agree. By Maggie O'Farrell (Oct, 1998)

http://www.independent.co.uk/life-s...if-they-agree-by-maggie-ofarrell-1177182.html

Cautionary note: I would only add you should be very careful who you open the door for! http://www.snopes.com/crime/prevent/doorpound.asp

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LOL, I don't think I be,lieve that tale... in the area to which the author describes she lives, I'd be absolutely stunned if there was any much less 3 one after the other English speaking neighbours!! It's almost entirely non English speaking immigrants!
 
LOL, I don't think I be,lieve that tale... in the area to which the author describes she lives, I'd be absolutely stunned if there was any much less 3 one after the other English speaking neighbours!! It's almost entirely non English speaking immigrants!
I must apologize HD, the date on that article is October 1998! Sorry - I missed that. :) Just think of it as a trip in the "Way back" machine!:)

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LOL, I don't think I be,lieve that tale... in the area to which the author describes she lives, I'd be absolutely stunned if there was any much less 3 one after the other English speaking neighbours!! It's almost entirely non English speaking immigrants!

She's right..the last time I was in London..I had to ask the way to..

I gave up after asking the ninth person..There weren't any English speakers..
 
A very funny 16 year old account, but has anyone ever borrowed a cuppa lately?


The History of Asking Your Neighbors for a Cup of Sugar
by Lara Rabinovitch

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Borrowing from neighbors was once a commonplace practice, part of the web of relations we once had with those who lived within close range.
Until the industrial revolution brought affordable modern technology—with it quick transportation and eventually the gleaming grocery store—acquiring kitchen supplies was a less frequent affair. In ancient times, hunting, gathering, and foraging were communal practices. And it wasn't long ago that many cultures, especially rural ones, still relied on weekly markets, traveling salesmen, and the growing of their own goods. But living in relative isolation also meant more contact with your neighbors because one of them probably provided your weekly dairy needs and another milled wheat for flour or grew pears you exchanged for apples.

Advances in technology, while convenient, have erased many food-based reasons for interaction with our neighbors. In fact, in pre-modern Europe, food and cooking brought neighbors together quite intimately by necessity; many homes had no ovens or only small hearths that were not big enough for bread baking and simultaneous cooking. (If you think having four stovetop burners, a microwave, a toaster, and an oven isn't a luxury, imagine just one heat source for all your cooking—and bathing—needs). Many communities relied on communal ovens and neighbors regularly left their breads or stews to cook over several hours or even overnight. Traces of this practice still exist in North Africa, Latin America, Europe, and elsewhere.

The early rise of cities meant easier access to supplies, but neighbors lived in such close quarters—think tenement buildings or row houses—that there was a constant exchange of goods and services across the yard or through criss-crossing streets. Before the rise of the big box store era, knocking on a door and asking for that extra cup of sugar or dolling out surplus tomatoes from an abundant yard garden were part of the rhythms of life.

Was this all idyllic? Did neighbors always readily share their supplies, generously give up their remaining dabs of butter, or leave room for a neighbor's occasional extra loaf in the communal oven? Obviously not. With the design of our sprawling cities and our reliance on modern technology and industry in so many parts of the world today, most of us no longer need to interact with our neighbors to source ingredients or cook our food, but this social distance is only a recent phenomenon in human history.
 
I remember so well my younger childhood, darting across the lane, the street, or next door with a measuring cup in hand, looking to borrow a cup of sugar, some milk, maybe some spice, and then as soon as payday came around, my mom would replenish her supplies and send me back over to whomevers house again to payback when she borrowed.

Same happened at our house, I remember the same neighbours calling over to ask if mom had this, or if she had that, and upon a yes, there they'd be at our door.

Sometimes they stay for a cup of coffee and short visit with mom, other times they vamoosed as fast as they showed up.

Gosh, such warm memories.
 
I remember so well my younger childhood, darting across the lane, the street, or next door with a measuring cup in hand, looking to borrow a cup of sugar, some milk, maybe some spice, and then as soon as payday came around, my mom would replenish her supplies and send me back over to whomevers house again to payback when she borrowed.

Same happened at our house, I remember the same neighbours calling over to ask if mom had this, or if she had that, and upon a yes, there they'd be at our door.

Sometimes they stay for a cup of coffee and short visit with mom, other times they vamoosed as fast as they showed up.

Gosh, such warm memories.
I knew you’d be the one starting this thread back up and sure enough it is.
The way you talk about the relationship with your mom is so touching. ♥️
 
I miss my mom so much, I find topics like this help put a smile on my face and remind me how lucky I was to have the mom that I did.
That’s a good attitude to have. You were very lucky to have the mom you did. 🥰
I like seeing topics like this cause there are so many depressing subjects that these ones feel so uplifting in comparison , making these simple joys, priceless.
 
That’s a good attitude to have. You were very lucky to have the mom you did. 🥰
I like seeing topics like this cause there are so many depressing subjects that these ones feel so uplifting in comparison , making these simple joys, priceless.
Awww... thank you so kindly for your warm words, Keesha. :love:

I agree, a little fun and love goes a long ways today.
 
I can’t recall us ever asking for a cup of sugar but my mom didn’t bake very much anyway. When she did bake, it really was something special. I loved having alone time with my mom whenever she baked.
It was real special.
Quite often when I'm doing dished later in the evening I'll think about my mom, because I always helped her with the dishes. She washed and I dried, and what great conversations we had.

I still hang my tea towels up on the handle of the stove (just like my mom did), and what a reminder that is of the past.

The stories I could tell.

I sometimes ponder starting a diary here, a diary of the past.
 
Quite often when I'm doing dished later in the evening I'll think about my mom, because I always helped her with the dishes. She washed and I dried, and what great conversations we had.

I still hang my tea towels up on the handle of the stove (just like my mom did), and what a reminder that is of the past.

The stories I could tell.

I sometimes ponder starting a diary here, a diary of the past.
That’s really nice. Maybe she’s thinking of you also.

I would love to read stories you write about your mom and your family. You write very well especially when you taught about your past home life. It’s most endearing.
 
That’s really nice. Maybe she’s thinking of you also.

I would love to read stories you write about your mom and your family. You write very well especially when you taught about your past home life. It’s most endearing.
You're too kind, Keesha, I loathe my writing.

Have always dreamed of being able to write well but have always felt I lack the magic, and that in itself has kept me away from it.
 
When I was growing up in the South everybody knew each other and it was quite common to borrow a cup of something from a neighbor and you always paid it back with usually a little extra. My mother only used self rising flour so she always made sure she had plenty of it as the other neighbors only used all purpose. Her biscuits were to die for. I still make the homemade ones like she did then.
 
History

"Borrowing from neighbors was once a commonplace practice, part of the web of relations we once had with those who lived within close range".

"In ancient times, hunting, gathering, and foraging were communal practices. And it wasn't long ago that many cultures, especially rural ones, still relied on weekly markets, traveling salesmen, and the growing of their own goods. But living in relative isolation also meant more contact with your neighbors because one of them probably provided your weekly dairy needs and another milled wheat for flour or grew pears you exchanged for apples".

"The early rise of cities meant easier access to supplies, but neighbors lived in such close quarters—think tenement buildings or row houses—that there was a constant exchange of goods and services across the yard or through criss-crossing streets. Before the rise of the big box store era, knocking on a door and asking for that extra cup of sugar or dolling out surplus tomatoes from an abundant yard garden were part of the rhythms of life".

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