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Sparkel, you have really brought back some memories of the weekend hippy days and I’m certainly enjoying it.
I’m reminded of a time after Ralph and I purchased our house. We had moved from downtown Atlanta where we were probably some of the more conservative of the neighbors to a neighborhood that was in an area between Columbia Presbyterian Seminary on one side and Agnes Scott College on the other. The neighborhood was of small brick houses built during the 40’s, many of which were still owned by the original owners. Many of those moving in were professors or students with families.
At that time my husband was still gainfully employed, as was I. We were leading a rather active social life with something planned most every weekend. We moved into the house in early February and were enjoying seeing see things green up as spring arrived.
On one of the first warm days we planted some grass in the front yard where there was a bald spot under a tree. We noticed someone watching us from behind the blind in the house across the street. At that point we had met the neighbors on either side but not from the other side of the street. All afternoon while working in the yard we noticed the slit in the shade get wider and then narrow again and we thought it was very humorous.
We had a party to go to that night and decided we would water the grass seeds just before we left so the water would have time to sink into the ground.
At that time we tended to dress more “mod” than hippy. Ralph loved clothes and was small and slim. I always thought his body reminded me of Sammy Davis, Jr. and he enjoyed dressing in a similar fashion. On this particular night he was wearing a tan Nehru jacket, brown bell-bottoms and a gold medallion around his neck. I was wearing light green hip-hugger bell bottoms with a matching halter top on which I had embroidered a stylized monogram. I wore sandals and earrings that reached my shoulders and carried a fringed jacket that I planned to put on later.
As soon as we walked though the front door we saw the crack in the shades across the street become enlarged more than any other time during the day. Ralph told me we were going to put on a show for our watcher so he handed me the hose to water the grass seeds while he did a little dance around them.
That evening as the split in the blinds reached almost a full twelve inches we came closer to seeing our neighbor across the street than at any other time the entire time I lived there.