Submitted by Lane Davis
Bobby was the neighborhood welcome wagon. She was never without a smile and she her time volunteering at Crisis Control and my school. She took meals she prepared to families in need and I remember as young as 3 going with her to a fallout shelter where a man had become a recluse and taking him food. She stood up for those at a time when women in the south were meant to conform. Not by yelling with a raised fist, but by simply folding her napkin neatly, placing it back on the table of the diner, standing and walking out with me in hand and her friend they refused to serve because of the color of her skin. She raised me to never let a moment pass where you can put a smile in someone’s life. It’s contagious.