Ninety-three-year-old Annette Fitzgerald can remember when a house cost only $5,000, you never needed to lock your door and streetcars ran down Third Street in downtown Phoenix. She has been a resident of her 1920s-era yellow home on Hoover Avenue for almost 60 years.

Fitzgerald is a spry, petite woman with short white hair and piercing blue eyes. On the particular day I interviewed her, she was sharply dressed, wearing a white shirt with blue embroidery and matching blue earrings.

"At first, there were a lot of older people in the neighborhood, and we were the young people," said Fitzgerald. "And you know, they all adored our children. It was just a real friendly wonderful place."

Born in Needles, Calif., Fitzgerald moved to Phoenix at age 15 to attend Arizona State University. She obtained a degree in education and then taught at the Grand School.

"My first contract said that I would lose my job in the case that I married," said Fitzgerald. "Of course, that changed later."

After her marriage, she taught for 27 years at the Encanto School in central Phoenix.

She met her husband at Arizona State University in the school band, where they both loved music and majored in education. They married in 1937 in a double wedding ceremony with her sister and her husband at Trinity Cathedral.

The faded wedding announcement still hangs on her bedroom wall.

She and her husband moved to the Ashland neighborhood district because they were both teachers in the area. At that time, they only had one car, and they wanted one person to be able to walk to school. She absolutely loved the home because it felt like being in the country. It has a large lot in back with a big garden, a quaint shed and plenty of space.

As she reflected on the Ashland neighborhood, Fitzgerald said, "There haven't been any really troubling changes; everything that has happened here seems to have happened smoothly."

Her favorite items in her home are the Navajo rugs decorating the floors and walls of the home.

"They were mostly my mother's rugs, from when my father worked in the trading posts. Of course, they were divorced later, but she still had the rugs," said Fitzgerald.

One of her favorite rugs was given to her by a little girl she tutored and her mother. They didn't have a way to pay Fitzgerald, so they gave her the rug.

"She told me she had used the rug in Chicago to keep her infant warm," said Fitzgerald. She described the rugs as "home."

In terms of the house itself Annette said her memories are divided into two timelines.

"My husband died when he was 51, back in 1962," said Fitzgerald. "So my memories are when he was here, and when he wasn't here."

She has two children, six grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren. "We are heavy on the boys," said Annette. Her son is a cardiologist, and her daughter is a teacher.

When her sister was still living, Fitzgerald remembers that she and her husband would come over every Wednesday and every third week they'd go to the Golden Drumstick, where IHOP is now.

"My sister and I were entertainers. We loved to have people over," said Fitzgerald. They also loved to sing and dance.

They were the first children to sing on KFI in Los Angeles. "It was about 1925, and my mother accompanied us. She was a fine pianist and organist," said Fitzgerald. Later, in Phoenix, she and her sister sang on the John Deere Hour on KTAR, complete with big-band music.

"When my sister and I were young, we did a little traveling with the Rotary Club and fraternal organizations. My mother always wanted to dance, so fortunately, we danced," said Fitzgerald. She also danced with an international folk dancing group as an adult. "We used to dance over at the Encanto Park Clubhouse," said Fitzgerald.

She also loves, gardening, planting, bird watching, playing the piano, collecting fossils, cooking and "even just taking care of myself," Fitzgerald said. She's raised three desert turtles that roam her backyard and has named them for the Ninja Turtles. "I'm the only one of my generation left of what was a large closely knit family," said Fitzgerald.

Story: Jennifer Johnson