When I was nine we moved from a pedestrianised terrace of tiny Corporation houses in Glasthule to a much posher house in Blackrock. The former was full of community spirit - with long-term residents, lots of kids, shared local activities etc. - and although my family were outsiders there for all sorts of reasons, it was a really great place to be a kid in. There was much less of that in Blackrock - not none, but certainly nothing like in Glasthule.
Probably because of this one experience, I think of this largely as a socio-economic phenomenon: community seems likely to be stronger where people have less material wealth. (The ideal capitalist set-up, of course, is to have everyone living alone, sharing nothing and thus each needing one of everything.) On Clanbrassil Street the other week I saw a sight that shot me back twenty years (gasp): two small girls wearing one skate each, lurching hand in hand along the pavement.
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I'm all for the intentional community thing, needless to say. Living with a dear friend has been a pretty solidly positive experience for