Tamara Bobb
Woody grew up on the farm next to ours. Since he was raised as an only child, he spent a lot of time at our house, evidently for entertainment value. My favorite memory of Woody is when he rode his horse to our house one evening, then stayed and watched a scary movie with Daddy, Matt and I. I felt bad for him having to ride his horse home in the dark late that night with Dracula on his tail! I also remember him and Matt jumping their bikes off the rock terrace at our house. His new 10 speed did not take the jumps as well as Matt's Buzz Bike and broke. We had a lot of fun as kids. RIP Woody.
Tammy (Davis) Bobb




