Submitted by Lane Davis
Bobby was the neighborhood welcome wagon. She was never without a smile, spending her time volunteering at Crisis Control and my school. She took meals she prepared to families in need. At the age of three, I went with her to a fallout shelter to give food to a man who had become a recluse. She stood up for those at a time when women in the south were meant to conform. She did so, 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 hand in hand when they refused to serve another because of her skin color. She raised me to never let a moment pass where you can put a smile in someone’s life. It’s contagious.