The Cavanaughs we’re our next door neighbors on our other side. I don’t remember Mrs. Cavanaugh at all but Mr. Cavanaugh was a real grouch. He yelled at my brother one time bacause he was playing in the dirt along this small fence that ran between our yards and apparently, according to Mr. C, my brother dug up some dirt on Mr. C’s side of the fence and he got furious. Complained to my Dad and everything. My brother was probably eight years old.
And one time we were riding 4-wheelers and drove in his ditch in front of his house and he got all mad about that.
Funny thing, I went back to visit our old neighborhood in 2011; 20 years after we moved away, and went to Mr. Cavanaugh’s house and knocked on his door. He remembered me and we had a very nice chat and he got me up to speed on the neighborhood and all the changes that had occured. I never mentioned how he used to be such a jerk to us kids. People can change and maybe Mr. C did.