Mary Ann’s Duncanville Memories:

“When my husband began applying for promotions in 1984, I didn’t think much of it. Minot, ND? Yikes. Too cold. Baltimore? Too crowded. When one came through in Dallas, I felt weak. I loved my house and my job. My mother lived a few blocks away (read: babysitting). I played flute and piccolo in the local symphony. But I did what people do and said yes. (Babysitting grandmother was able to go on without us, luckily.) We looked everywhere for a house. Highland Park was nice, but oh my. Finally, driving across the bridge over I-20 on Camp Wisdom, I felt at peace. The schools were good, the people friendly, the commute to downtown Dallas reasonable. My husband thrived. My job let me transfer. No symphony job, but they do let me buy a ticket. I still love it here – it’s a beautiful little city that’s well maintained and has great people. I’m planning to stay!”

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