Originally Posted by
ddgirl
When I was a little girl living in Melvindale, Rosie lived across the street from us. She was living with her son and daughter in law [[who by the way was really hateful). My mom was the only neighbor on the street who was nice to her. I remember her being kind of scary because she didn't speak much English and had no teeth. She'd come over to our house to have coffee and sit and crochet and sometimes cry. My mom would serve her cake or cookies and she'd never eat them but wrap them in a napkin and take them home with her. Maybe because she had poisoned those men she didn't fully trust anyone, even my mom. I remember the day when the ambulance came and took her away and later we found out from her son she had died. I didn't know about her notoriety until I was teenager. We had already moved from Melvindale and I overheard my mom telling someone we had lived across the street from the Witch of Delray. I know what she did was terribly wrong but to us kids she was kind, gentle and appreciated my mom's kindness toward her. RIP, Rosie.