We live in a neighborhood that feels comfy...lots of trees, a creek within two blocks, an established and homey neighborhood, established in the early 1960's, spacious yards, wide streets, in a lovely, almost hidden part of a wooded and hilly area; part of Dallas officially; yet its own separate little piece of heaven. Southwest Oak Cliff, with a rich history, and lush beauty. We have aa creek running barely two blocks from our home. We have heard stories of how the kids used to swim in that creek, and we can almost see the ghosts of their wild joyous selves, frolicking over the big rocks, swinging from the huge old oak trees that hover along the banks.There once was a grist mill here, near the old bridge.
One of the reasons we chose this neighborhood was the atmosphere of friendliness and cohesiveness., On the day we first looked at the house, as I pulled up in front of the house with the big Mimosa tree, my heart skipped a beat.......here came the next-door-neighbor over to meet, and welcome us! She knew right away this house was for us, and we belonged here. She had lived here from the beginning, and her sister-in-l lived in the one behind hers. I was the middle of a family sandwich. A younger couple, no obvious children moved in next door on the other side. They are hard workers, industrious, capable, and handy. I try not to be envious of the beautiful upgrades they've made. I have been determined to bond wirh them despite the language barrier. I know poquito Español, but I don't let that stir my campaign to be friend