Growing up in Reynoldstown during the 1960s, Pamela Mayo could always count on her neighbors to give her a ride to school or share a cup of sugar. On Fridays, she would bring a plate of her mother’s fried fish to her next-door neighbor, who would share her one-of-a-kind homemade buttermilk biscuits and maple syrup. “Man, I miss those days,” Mayo says.