Our new house is on a quiet tree lined street. Moving from a small apartment in Boston, we were impressed with all of our new space! We didn’t notice right away that our new house is directly across the street from another house. Our kitchen and living room have large bay windows that look out to the street. It is impossible to ignore the daily activity of the family across the road.
A mother, father, and son make up this family in that house. When we moved in, this family had just gotten a brand new camper, a Coleman camper. The family loved the camper. The little boy would play in it, and the dad would put the canopy up and down. Soon my husband and I started calling them “The Colemans”.
“Hey! Mrs. Coleman has an electric car starter!”
“Ah! Mrs. Coleman has already left for work, I better get going”
“Little Coleman is still playing basketball, I wish he had a younger sibling to play with.”
“Mr. Coleman is up early on a Saturday, where is he going?”
“The Coleman’s already raked all of their leaves! We better get started!”
“I wonder if the Colemans can see US in our big windows.”
“Do you think it was the Coleman’s who snow-blowed our driveway while we were in New York?”
To our surprise, we found out the little boy’s first name actually IS Coleman.