Even though his health was not good, I still visited and stayed with my Grandpa T. and Grandma Eva, just not as often. In the spring of 1955, I went to stay with my Grandparents and my Grandmother told me there was a new boy living across the street from her, and he was about my age. As a red-blooded boy crazy girl, this intrigued me and I became very curious. I began spending quite a bit of time in the front yard of my Grandparents home. It didn't take long for me to see this boy and see that he was very cute.
I didn't want to be really obvious about looking at this new boy. I would look at him for a few seconds and then quickly turn my head away. He was far enough away where he couldn't see the directions of my eyes, so I figured that if I kept my face pointing towards one direction and used my peripheral vision to peer sideways to see the cute guy, he'd never know I was gazing at him. And so, as I walked through my Grandparents front yard, I would be looking out of the side of my eyes at the Romeo living across the street and walking without watching where I was headed.
This method worked fine for a short time. But eventually walking blindly through the front yard caught up with me. One day the cute guy was in his front yard looking very macho as he shot a BB Gun towards a target. As usual, I was watching him from the side of my eyes as I walked through my Grandparents front yard. There was a large Walnut Tree in my Grandparents front yard that had not been recently trimmed. The limbs were hanging quite low and as I was walking through the yard, I managed to walk right into a large limb, poking my eye. To say it hurt is an understatement, and it didn't take long to begin turning black and blue. I had gotten a black eye by walking into a tree.