Thursday, November 30, 0002
My most vivid memories of Mrs. Woodman besides how vivacious and energetic she remained, are how she included me in the rides she gave Jayne to high school. I lived on the 2900 block of the same street on which their house was two blocks north. She turned around one time on a morning in late spring en route to high school when I realized I had forgotten my yearbook, and autographs were precious to obtain, especially as the opportunity waned on the dwindling days left of school. She realized how important it was to me getting those yearbook autographs from classmates. She brought me back home while she and Jayne waited in the car while I dashed in to retrieve my annual and bring it to school. I've never forgotten how sensitive she was to an issue that would be so important to a school child.
