I grew up in a working-class neighborhood in South Memphis. My dad was an iron worker and my mom worked at the bank. My family of 8 lived in a 3 bedroom house–my two brothers in one room, four girls in another. My great grandparents, who we affectionately called Ma’ Dear and Papa Starling, lived next door.
Ours was a thriving neighborhood with many small businesses – a florist, bank, grocery stores, fresh produce store, cobbler, bakery, drive-in theater, and local restaurants. Everything was within walking distance. There were several parks and about 17 nearby schools. Down the street from my elementary school and junior high school was the Army Defense Depot.