Our Neighborhood

A woman I knew only as Mrs. Woods lived in this house, just as neat, trim and proper today as it was in the 1950's. It sits next to a dirt alley between Prudom and Revard Avenues, just south of 7th Street and next to the former library that is now a part of the First Baptist Church. Bobby Hughes and I were about six or seven when we first became a thorn in her side for she was older than our mothers, probably a grandmother's age. Personally, she seemed always as organized, neat and proper as the home, which was not good for us. We were kids and noisy. We were playing tag, ball, wrestling, riding bicycles, teasing the dog, anything we could do to make noise, and we didn't do that on purpose; all of it was a byproduct of having fun. A lot of things we did were in the park where the library was later built and we invariably walked in front of her house. If she was outside, she told us to be quiet; if she was inside, she came out and told us to be quiet. We were a little in fear of her but we never did anything to cause her a problem, not on purpose anyway.