This morning, I attended the funeral service for my neighbor Mrs. Cobb. She lived a full 96 years. Mrs. Cobb and her family moved to Riggs Park on Hamilton Street NE around 1960, one of the first Black families to do so. She held a bachelor’s degree in nursing from Hampton (Institute) University and trained a generation of nurses in DC. She was active in her Michigan Park Christian Church community.

It was a treat to know Mrs. Cobb and to hear the tributes to her. Reggie and Chucky Royster, two brothers who grew up on Hamilton Street with Mrs. Cobbs’ sons–Benny, David, and the late Tyrone–shared that Mrs. Cobb was part of a group of families who all moved onto the 900 and 1000 blocks of Hamilton Street NE in the late 1950s and early 1960s. These families looked out for each other’s families, took each other’s children to school, fed each other’s children, and corrected each other’s children when they did something wrong. They worked in a number of different professions. Reflecting on their time growing up on Hamilton Street in the 1960s and ’70s, Reggie Royster said it was like being part of a miracle on Hamilton Street.

I always tell people one of the reasons I was drawn to this part of Riggs Park and Hamilton Street in particular was that when I was looking at my house, it reminded me of the neighborhood where I grew up. A neighborhood where neighbors knew one another, held block parties and parades, always shared a friendly wave and hello, and looked out for each other.

By the time I purchased my home on Hamilton across the street from Mrs. Cobb in 2010, she would have been 83 years old. One would not know it. I certainly did not. She was pretty active and spry well into her 90s. A neighbor and I joke that the women on the block all live into their 90s because of all the steps in these houses. Or maybe it is because they are some of the kindest people I know. In any case, Mrs. Cobb started slowing down probably around 93 years old. She would sit on her porch every day simply enjoying the fresh air and quiet.

Mrs. Cobb was part of a group of elderly Black women on the block whom I know only by last name. Only today did I learn her first name. Marianne P. Cobb. May she rest well and memories of her be a comfort and blessing to her loved ones.