Clipped From The Anniston Star
Frances Cobbs At the congested heart Of Anniston is a small tribute to the permanence of nature. The flowering little park in front of Anniston National Bank is a refreshing retreat from the jangling jangling and transitory signs along the boulevard to the north and south. Frances Cobbs often was in the park with her garden gloves on, pruning, pruning, weeding, generally tending and supervising its care. Of course, she had many larger responsibilities which crowded her life: as a devoted mother and sister, an omnipresent civic and cultural force in the community and as a vice president of the bank with heavy professional duties. But, no matter what weight of of ficial responsibilities pressed on her during lunch in the second-floor second-floor second-floor Oha tehee Room, it is certain she looked looked down into the park with both an -appraising -appraising and appreciative eye. Just before the vacation trip to England which ended in her tragic death she was in the park tending the roses. They are faded now. Frances would have seen no heavy symbolism in the fading of the roses. -Ar-any -Ar-any -Ar-any -Ar-any gardener Imowsr falling-rose falling-rose falling-rose petals are only part of the permanent process of nature renewing itself . We will continue to think of her in that little park as a participant in that process.