On the southeast corner of our block stood the home of Mrs. Eric Dosseth, the wife of longtime liveryman Eric Dosseth.For several summers the daughter, Mabel Beltz came to stay with her mother for summer vacations and brought her three children. Their names were Arlie, Betty and Dickie.
Along the alley between us were four barns, a summer kitchen, a row of lilacs and a large patch of tall weeds mixed with a few flowers. Here we staged our games of hide and seek, antie i over and hit the tin can. There were lots of places to hide. We seldom had to watch for traffic; it was oractically non-existant.
But one time a car suddenly appeared from the north. It came slowly, we shouted a warning and ran out of the way. When it had passed, we saw Dickie lying in the path that the car had taken.When we ran to check on the boy, he smiled and said he was okay.He knew he could not run fast enough to get out of the way. Can you imagine our relief when we realized that our playmate was safe and sound. We thought Dickie was clever for his age. And that was the only time we saw a vehicle in our alley when we were playing!