[Sandy and Ed]

Originally Posted by Laker14

I could post this on the thread about "growing up in the 50s and 60s" but I'll post it here instead. I was born in '53, and in the late 50s we had the lady every neighborhood has, the grouchy one who had nothing to do in her life but look out the window to make sure she saw when one of us kids stepped in her yard, and she lived next door.. I was the "baby" of the neighborhood so when the ball went in her yard the older kids would send me to fetch it, with the reasoning that "she won't yell at you because you are just little." They were wrong about that, BTW.

In August of '59 my dad's job took him overseas, along with the rest of the family, for 9 months. I remember being surprised at her and her husband coming out and giving us such a friendly send-off as we packed up and moved on. I mentioned it. My dad said, "believe me, Sport, they're just thrilled to see us go."

I still remember that lady, because so many posters on TV remind me of her.

Well said. Life is short and even shorter at the age we take up residence here. Our dog will poop and we pick it up. Never on someone’s grass however