My parents considered Bob and Louanne to be "great" neighbours. One story of mine is of a late night drama involving an old sow having a litter and it fourty below out. I remember that clearly. Bob and dad set up heat lamps or ferried them inside to be put on blankets before the oven to stay warm until all had been delivered. Later over tea at mom's or ever present instant coffee at Louanne's it seemed that most if not all had survived. No huge deal, just a little out of the norm. God be with you Louanne, Penny, Tracy, sons in law and grand children.