To the Editor:
For the past six years, I have had the pleasure of living on Dovewood Drive. I have watched my neighbors have children. I have watched elementary school children go off to middle school, and my daughter left for college this fall. When the power went out for five days due to the Texas storms, the neighbors where on my lawn, playing Monopoly and cards, and eating pizza.
We have parties when school is out or when the seasons change. Our backyard is filled with children from age 2-18. A few summers ago, we had the Dovewood talent show and a dance contest. Everyone tramples through our front yard on their way down the street. We have had footballs in our tree and on our roof, and the kids know they don't have to ask to play in our yard even when we are still sleeping.
My son helps the elderly, and he received encouragement when he got a job and brought his grades up to A's and B's. My daughter has played basketball right in front of the house, and the kids all ran from the wasps nest. We have grabbed children who were in the middle of the street when people sped through our beloved Dovewood Drive. We have made sure dogs were put up and bikes were not stolen. On Dovewood, we have each other's backs.
We are a working-class neighborhood. We pay bills, send our babies to school, grocery shop and sometimes enjoy a football game. My husband works and still has time to slide into our daughter's band concert right before it's her turn to play. He comes home and works well-into the night.
I recently started a new position, and I am able to use my skills of helping people, talking on the phone and loving people from all walks of life. It's nothing new for me; I love people.
So I am wondering, when there is an issue in the neighborhood, why no one could come and knock on the door like they do when they need to borrow sugar, or to bring over mail, or to ask if you need anything. I have loved Gahanna since I moved here. I find a sense of community, family. A few years ago, I wrote a letter in this paper regarding Dovewood and how we came together in the time of a storm.
After years of saving money and caring for a family of three, we were able to purchase a car. We were preparing to make some decisions about our old cars. It would be fun to give one of them to our son and show him how to fix it. Not 24 hours after we start working on it, the neighbors call the police about a car. Not a murder, not a drug deal, but a family working on cars. Call the police on the people who wave and say hello every day. The people who put Band-Aids on toddlers who fall on the sidewalk. The people who make smoothies for the neighbors to taste. Dovewood Drive has changed, but I have not.
I guess a lot can change in six years.