Sod....The lady next door stood on her front stoop, close to the public walk with a broom as the children passed to go to school. No child dared to step on her lawn.......Unless she turned her head. Every day....I made sure I stepped on her lawn and fervently confessed the 500 times offense. I was seven.
We walked to and from school. And if we walked across a neighbor’s yard to save a few steps (as on a corner) our mothers knew about it before we got home. I remember the lecture well, “If everyone cut across Mrs. So and So’s yard, there would be a path worn into her grass.”