Once upon a time many years ago when Greenwood was really Small Town USA, there was such a thing called neighbors. It was a time when everyone knew everybody in town. A time when each house had a front porch and a clothes line in the back yard. It was a time when every family had a garden. I think the menof the neighborhoods tried to out-do each other on who could raise the best garden. I have been told that my uncle, the later Lem Joyce, would have won the prize for the best one. A garden was usually the only thing separating the houses unless the garden was in the back. There was no high board fence between the houses.

As I reflect back to some of those years when neighbors were neighbors in my mind I can almost see the yards of so many houses in town. In the summer it seems to me there was something special a housewife would plant that even as a child I would admire. The late Catherine Maestri, our neighbor, had rows of gladiola down the side of her yard and garden fence all the way to the outdoor privy. Glads of every color. I think that is why they are one of my favorite flowers. On the garden fence of our neighbor Miss Julia Rowland grew Sweet Peas. One could smell the sweet fragrance of the flowers long before you passed them. In the summer you couldn’t see the wire fence for it looked like a pink fence. I have tried to raise sweet peas to no avail. My dear friends, the late Ellen Squires and Belle Murry, the two the town referred to as the "Old Maids" had a yard full of flowers. I think they must have had at least one of every kind known to man. They not only had flowers, they also had a big garden, several different kinds of grapes, a row of tall tame huckleberries, a small strawberry patch, plus muscadines. Whatever they had they shared.

In my feeble mind I can walk the streets of Greenwood as it was at that time remembering such things as large lilac bushes, roses, etc. I remember the yard of the late Willie Tomlin being covered with crocus in the spring. The Albert Ray’s had the biggest lilac bush in their yard I have ever seen. I think the Rays moved their house from the Camp area. I’m wondering if they moved the lilac bush from their old home place. The late Hillard and Faye Bryan had an Iris Garden in their backyard that attracted hundreds of people in the spring. Beautiful iris nestled among the large moss covered rock. Iris, a hobby they both loved.

My favorite memories are the people who lived on what is now Fresno Street from Main to what is now North Coker. Everyone on that street were really neighbors. I don’t think there was a family on that street who would not have come to the defence of a neighbor. Every house had a front porch, a clothesline in the back, and no wooden fences. It was indeed the epitome of SMALL TOWN USA. A neighborhood of neighbors.