Hello Friend. Today I thought I would share with you about the Estep family. Mr. and Mrs. Estep lived in the house up the street from us. They were an elderly couple when I was young, with stories etched in the lines of their faces and a warmth in their smiles that lit up the neighborhood. Mr. Estep was called Grandpa by all the children on the street and the other streets adjoining ours, a term of endearment that reflected his gentle nature. My sister and I would wave to him as we rode our Big Wheels up and down the sidewalk, filled with laughter and the carefree spirit of youth. He would sit on the front porch chewing tobacco and spitting in a spittoon. Mrs. Estep lived in that house for years after Grandpa passed away and for years after my family left that street. She was a nice lady always busying herself with household chores, yet she always found time to greet us with a smile or a wave. She would come out and wave while sweeping the front porch. Everyone thought a lot of them even though they were quiet and kept to themselves, and their kindness left a lasting impression on all of us. I loved growing up on that street, where the sound of children playing and families gathering filled the air. It was safe and lovely wrapped up in one, a neighborhood where laughter echoed and memories were made. Neighbors watched out for each other and would stop and talk, building connections that, sadly, seem rare today. Something very different from today, yet the memories of that time remain a cherished part of my heart.