10411:
is not just a number. I belongs to a little white house that sits on the corner of 104th and 46th ave east. (previous known as Bingham Ave.) It has a little front porch, small windows, an old wood stove, a turn around kitchen, wash board room that leads out to another small porch, 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom. The cozy quaint living room housed a phone and a place for small social gatherings. The kitchen area was another place of tiny gatherings were one could share a cup of tea and old stories with a friend. At other times the kitchen table was an alter to worship the Lord and prepare food for scheduled feedings of neighborhood creatures and/or the people who stopped by for popins. (Holidays were the funnest especially at the end of the day because one got to sample all the other goodies that other's left.)
In the house marked 10411 a child was born over 96 years ago. She was kind and had a gentle loving spirit. She loved her neighbors, community, family, friends, natures creatures big and small, the Lord and of course all of us loved this tiny little person we all called "Pauline."
Pauline, at times was strong willed but passionate about her beliefs in faith, taking care of each other, God's creatures and His world. She was a hard worker at her job's with in the Franklin Pierce School District, The very district she attended as a child. Since 10411 was on the corner Pauline could keep track of all the comings and goings on in the neighborhood, community, school yard and the families who walked and drove up and down the road in front of 10411. Her love for reading and writing influenced and amazed many of us and kept her mind sharp and full of knowledge. (She wrote and spoke German).
Central Avenue Grade School was her last place of employment which looked to the left of the little white house marked 10411. The very place Pauline called home for all of her life. She wanted to and prayed all the time that she could stay in her house for as "long as God would allow me" as she said, she got her wish and prayers answered.
Central Avenue was my families first encounter with Pauline and her family. My great-grandfather built this school along with his mason company. My first encounter with Pauline and her family was when I was born. My dad had to show me off to all the neighbors and since Pauline's was the first house on our road she was first in line to meet me.
I continued to visit Pauline with my family until one day when I was about 3 years when my dad lifted me up to open the big white mail box marked 10411. I walked to her front door with her mail. I knocked and could see her coming through her skeleton shaped key hole. The door opened with a smiling lady looking down at me saying, "Oh Paula you brought me my mail, how sweet." That event was one of 100's of times I and so many others participated in. We all looked out for Pauline she loved us all so much...and as I walked my last steps under the sign marked 10411 I feel sad but so blessed that Pauline touched all of our hearts so deeply and left us all knowing she is at peace and will continue to look out for all of us. I will miss you deeply Paula Rose Hebert....God Bless....Amen!