Thursday was a banner day. Miss Mamie called from next door and asked to come over to see the house and visit. I've been inviting her for weeks, but so far she's only wanted me to come in her house. She's 74, never married or had children. She is faithful to her Council on Aging and AARP meetings and events, church, and the annual family homecoming south of the city. She listens to the Braves, but isn't so sure about going to a game with me.
Like everyone else on the street, she always wants to know how my parents are and when they will be back. In particular, we've got a couple of projects for my dad to do on her house. We talked about getting our yards mowed, fencing off the opening in her back fence to stop people cutting through and other neighborly stuff. We even talked a little politics.
I'm looking forward to knowing Miss Mamie better. She moved onto this street in the early 60's at the height of the civil rights movement in Atlanta. It was previously a predominantly white neighborhood. I want to know what it was like for her, how the neighborhood changed, what she experienced.
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