Growing up in my little suburban enclave, every once in a while, a neighbor may have asked for a stick of butter or a cup of sugar, We did the same, especially if my mother was in the middle of a recipe and we didn’t have enough vanilla extract or something and she didn’t have time to run out to the store. Neighbors were close back in those days. My best friend and his family stayed across the street. We also went to the same church. Our next door neighbors were like grandparents to us. Another neighbor across the street was best friends with my aunt and my grandmother helped her mother get a job at the bank she worked at. Just a different time. But neighbors weren’t asking often and weren’t asking for the moon like it seems to be in your case. Just small stuff. Mostly kitchen items.