Eddy was born in New York City, but moved to the neighborhood in 1932, just as the Great Depression was hitting full swing. Even now in the afterlife, without the countryside to play in, Jonny still wastes much of his time frolicking through the backyards and streets.Įddy was the next to come. He saw his imaginary friend Plank standing by him to his last breath. In 1922, he died after a long battle with tuberculosis. Sadly, this didn’t last forever as a few years later Jonny became bedridden with illness. Together they wandered about the country side climbing trees and getting themselves in trouble. With no other children around and no fieldwork to take up his time as it did Rolf’s, Jonny drew into his own mind to a great extent. His parents moved onto the grounds of Rolf’s former farm not long after his death. In fact, Rolf actually became his first human friend ever when he came to the cul-de-sac after his death. He continues to go about the farms business on a daily basis, but is more than happy to occasionally neglect them to play with the other children of the neighborhood. That is why even though he brought many of his family's livestock with him in spirit, he chose not to bring the cattle along.
While tending to the family’s animals, the bull broke loose from its pen and, in Rolf’s efforts to stop the beast, he was trampled to death. The son of a shepherd, he and the rest of his family came to start a farm on the lands that would soon turn into the place we would all eventually reside in. He lived in the neighborhood before it was developed.
Unlike most of us, he was born in far off lands and even in the afterlife hasn’t lost the touch of his old world upbringing. We don't remember much of our lives in the cul-de-sac since the last member of our group joined us and certainly we won't remember now when the next spirit comes, but here is what we do know: We lived on the earthly realm of the neighborhood at some point in our lives and died long before our time was supposed to come. We come from different times and we come from different lives, but one thing remains true of all of us. Here for those that would be lost on those cursed grounds, here for those who would die long before their real life ever truly began, here for those who never really wanted to grow up. Even before it was a neighborhood on earth this one had been here.
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