Every neighborhood has its own unique individuals. Our old neighborhood had a block where all the houses had plastic pink flamingoes in the front yard. Our current neighborhood had the Flag Lady.
I met The Flag Lady at a city council meeting some years ago. She was a retired social studies teacher who flew a different nation’s flag every day or two. Next to the flag she had a bulletin board with the name of the country and its capital. Folks driving, walking, or biking past her house would slow down to see which flag she was flying. One time the police got worried about her because she hadn’t changed the flag for a week or so. She was on vacation.
Note that I used the past tense in the first paragraph. Two weeks ago I went past her house and saw a for sale sign in the front yard. NOOOOOO!!! What’ll happen to the flags? Will the new owners honor the tradition? Inquiring flag geeks want to know.
I got the answer to my query this afternoon when I took a walk up the hill. The for sale sign was gone, as were the bulletin board and a flag. Maybe she’ll take her flags to her new home and continue flying them. I can’t imagine that she’d have enough space in an assisted living facility to store all of them. Maybe she donated them to the school district. We’ll miss seeing the flags. Happy trails, Flag Lady.
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