What kind of community am I living in? Where is the love?
My name is Mary Vasquez, a widow and a grandmother, who went to the Bay Area to spend Halloween with my grandchildren and family. I took my grandchildren out trick or treating on Halloween. Afterwards, we lit birthday candles for my sister whose birthday was on Halloween, and who passed away on Oct. 27, 2010, four days before her 61st birthday, of cancer.
My garage was egged because I was not home here in Grass Valley.
Just because a house isn’t lit up to give out candy, doesn’t mean it gives children the right to egg someone’s house. I cannot be in two places at once. And I’m sure other grandmothers leave to visit their grandchildren and family so they won’t be all alone and enjoy their families. I will not be a slave to my house.
Parents should teach their children to respect other people’s property. It is selfish to think they are supposed to get a piece of candy from every single house on the block. Maybe parents should take their children to church to learn the Golden Rule to love their neighbor as themselves.
Grass Valley is supposed to be a safe place for all of us. Where is the love?