We remember when Kay and Bruce moved into their house on N.11th. It was probably 15-16 years ago. We had been friends with Joe, the prior owner, and so were a little curious about who would move in behind him. Turns out Bruce and Kay were the down home folks who grew amazing gardens, put a book box outside their home where people could leave or take books, and were often out and about on walks through the neighborhood. We never got to know Kay as well as I wished we had but we always enjoyed catching up when they stopped by our corner, often to visit with our black lab, Lucy. She liked the three aspen trees we planted in front of our house.
Kay was very engaging. She clearly enjoyed laughing and but also had a toughness to her. The kind of toughness that emanates from lived experience and from knowing what you believe and what you stand for.
The last time I saw Kay was maybe two months before she passed. She was walking up the other side of our street. She saw me working outside and greeted me with a loud, “Hi Steve,” accompanied by a big smile and enthusiastic wave. She didn’t have to do that–she could have just kept walking and I would not have seen her. So, that was the last time I saw Kay, calling my name and waving from across the street.
Kay was, as the saying goes, “good people.” We will miss her in the neighborhood.
Sherri and Steve Woolworth