While growing up we had a neighbour named Fred. Fred was married to Claire and both were alcoholics. Functioning and contributing members of society but alcoholics nonetheless.
They were also by far the nicest people, drunk or sober, that we ever had as neighbours and I learned a lot from them, particularly Fred whom we often interacted with over the fence between our two adjacent properties.
Fred was a mill worker all the 10 plus years we lived next door. Every morning like clockwork we would see him leave for his shift at the mill from our kitchen as we were eating breakfast before school. 8am to 430 M-F. He’d then come home and immediately start drinking, fall asleep in the one bedroom shack he and Claire lived in and get up the next day and go to work again. Lather, rinse, repeat.
At the time I didn’t give it much thought but now looking back I don’t know how Fred did it. I mean I’m now around the same age Fred was then and if I drink more than 2 beers on a work night, I’m hung over most of the rest of the next day. And here Fred was doing that every night and going into a mill with machines that could take your limbs off. I guess heroes don’t always wear capes, sometimes they were hard hats and safety boots.
Fred and Claire had no kids so they both took a liking to me and Fred and my Dad often shared a beer and a chat over the fence. Fred was often a witness to how hard my dad and I were working in the yard or in the shop and was quick to say we were working too hard and would always offer us beer. Dad would constantly remind him I was only a teen and not beer worthy. So yeah, I liked Fred a lot.
Fred and Claire had a little 14 foot travel trailer parked behind their house. When we first moved next door I assumed they would use that trailer to go camping in but in all the years we lived next door to them, that trailer never moved an inch. I remember when they finally got rid of it, it basically fell apart when they tried to yank it from the spot it had been parked in. No joke, the trailer became part of the earth it was stuck so hard and was so rotten it basically disintegrated to dust.
That’s not to say that trailer didn’t get used. It would house all of their empties. Fred had more interest in going to the liquor store to buy beer than he did in returning his empties for a refund. Those were usually handed over the fence in giant garbage bags for me to return. He never wanted the money for them, he just needed the space for more empties so Fred kept me in cassettes and CDs for most of my teenage years.
Sometimes, as couples do, Fred and Claire didn’t see eye to eye on certain things and their disagreements could be heard coming from their tiny home. It was never physical, just a lot of incoherent drunken yelling and blaming and general airing of grievances. This was usually followed by the sight of Fred coming out of their house with an alcoholic beverage in one hand and a blanket and pillow in the other. We’d be sitting outside barbecuing and there would be a quick conversation over the fence to the tune of
“Did Claire kick you out of the house again Fred?”
“Yeah”
He would then go to the trailer and would usually have to remove a few weeks worth of empties just so he could sleep in there so more bags of empties would make their way over the fence and I was well on my way to my next CD purchase. Have I mentioned I liked Fred?
When Fred retired from the mill with all his limbs intact, Claire wanted to travel so the tiny trailer was pulled from its permanent location and was replaced by a much nicer and larger class C motor home. If memory serves they took two trips in that thing and then it too was parked, pretty much in the exact same spot as the old tiny trailer. It was there when I left to go to university and I remember talking to Fred about it before I departed. By then I was old enough to share a beer with him over the fence.
Fred saw the beer glass as half full because this larger motor home could house a lot more empties and with me going to university he’d lost his means of returning them. He figured by the time I got back the following summer he’d be ready with enough empties to pay for my 2nd year. It was like he was setting himself a goal.
When Fred passed away 10 years later, having been a contributor to my university education, and Claire moved away to be closer to her family, I felt like my own family members had passed.
So what did I learn from Fred and Claire? They were both very kind and genuine people, always supportive and neigbours that were there when needed but never intrusive. Fred, particularly, was always quick to say take a break, have a beer, don’t work too hard. Sure they were flawed but who isn’t? They loved each other, were content with what they had and shared with their neighbours their kindness and their empties.