Category Archives: Neighborhood

Forum keeps Member on Trampoline

Posted on Friday, April 6, 2007 by No comments yet

It’s tough to put into words how wonderful it is to be the moderator of Front Porch Forum‘s 130 neighborhood forums in and around Burlington, Vermont.  In addition to the sheer magnitude of the response (4,300 members, 8,000 messages in our first seven months), the quality is remarkable.  In this catbird seat, I see good news flit by every day.  While the big stories stand out (see many past postings), it’s the shear volume of the little day-to-day beauties that inspire my wife and I to keep going against the odds.  Take this sample from this evening’s inbox:

It is with mixed emotions that I write this post. I am selling my house after living here for 15 yrs. Among the things that are the hardest to leave behind will be this forum. I have used it for emergencies (thanks to all who responded to my dire need for heaters) and for my craft sale announcements (one is coming up later this month) and to feel connected to my home on my frequent trips away. I want to publicly thank Front Porch Forum. Just having it makes me feel safer, like the netting around the trampoline, it helps me from feeling like I could fall off the edge. Thank you all.  -L.C., Five Sisters Neighborhood Forum

See what I mean?

List of Neighborhood Online Resources

Posted on Thursday, April 5, 2007 by 1 comment

Steven Clift has some good insights into neighborhood community building via online tools at E-Democracy, including this list of existing neighborhood forums and resources.  Lots of neighborhoods have self-organized online… websites, Yahoo Groups, blogs, etc.  This hints at the hard-to-quantify demand for a more organized effort to provide this service, such as what Front Porch Forum is offering.

Urban Neighborhood Exodus still Lamented

Posted on Wednesday, April 4, 2007 by 4 comments

Hey! That’s my auntie in the Washington Post this week. What a wonderful piece of writing from Georgia Lewis. Here’s a sample. Read it all here.

The year I was 13 my family moved from decaying, downtown Buffalo to a brand-new house in the suburbs. It was barely beyond the city limits, but it was a world away from what I’d known: street games, front porches and sidewalks; crowded flats with immigrant families and their assorted relatives; pungent odors of ethnic cooking; people sitting outside at night, sharing stories and troubles, teaching one another how to crochet or can tomatoes or speak English.

Our new neighbors were American-born, middle-class, polite but distant. They drove cars and sat on their private backyard patios. No front porches, no sidewalks, no visiting with neighbors as you walked to the corner store. No foreign accents and noisy extended families. These were the things we left behind.

I understood that our move was part of the American dream. But it wasn’t my dream. I didn’t want to move up. I missed the communal life…

I wasn’t the only one lamenting our success. My grandmother wept quietly for months. My mother phoned our old neighbors daily. My sister went back to the dilapidated old high school for her senior year. My father must have been bewildered.