Matha and Evans (one person!) were a staple and core memory of my childhood. Only being separated by one house, I spent a lot of time over there and became particularly close with Evans. He was always outside tinkering with something or doing yard work and I would ride my bike up and down their driveway, just yapping his ear off! He was always welcoming and never sent me home, my mom would have to come drag me away from their house. Their backyard was my haven! I spent so much time playing back there whether it be alone with my dinosaur toys or with my friends. They had a tunnel of bushes and trees along the fence that we called The Jessica Tunnel that would teleport us to the back side of our block. We used to play a game called Dog Catcher while Evans was cutting the grass. We would bob and weave through their (what seemed like as a small child) forest and if we got caught, he would point to us and we would go to the dog pound. Things were so simple then. I remember Martha picking us raspberries and sending me home wirh rhubarb for my dad, the mini bus, glorious Christmas display and Martha being welcoming enough to let all us neighborhood kids come inside to see. I am so thankful I was lucky enough to be their neighbor growing up.
They are truly wonderful people, fully, inside and out, which is so hard to come by these days. We need more people like Evans, not less ❤️🩹 Wishing Martha all of the strength and support during this time 🙏