In Greenlawn, Gertrud and her house were not just familiar sights but a constant, unwavering presence in our lives. She was a beloved neighbor, a part of our daily routines. From the youngest to the oldest, everyone would pause to greet her on their way to the fishing hole. Some would even visit her, savoring her delectable cookies and other baked treats. At ninety-eight, she still resides in the same house she has always called home, a living testament to the enduring sense of community that unites us all in Greenlawn. Her presence, like the unchanging landscape of our town, is a comforting reminder that some things never fade.