It was an accepted fact among the residents of Wisteria Lane that Ida Greenberg liked her liquor. People had seen her drunk at sewing bees, the Department of Motor Vehicles and the First Methodist Church. Ida had tried to quit drinking many times, but she couldn't. Then one night, in a moment of despair, she challenged God to quench her never-ending thirst. Luckily for Ida, God was listening...
|Mary Alice Young|
Ida Greenberg was a neighbor on Wisteria Lane, who was close friends with Karen McCluskey. She was also the original owner of Toby, the cat. During the tornado on Wisteria Lane, she was killed while trying to save the Scavo family.
In season two, we discover that Ida has a drinking problem. But that ends because, when she asks for God to end her alcoholism, her bottle is shot due to an event taking place at Mike's house, and she quits. In the same episode, it is also revealed that Ida attends a Methodist church.
When Mike awakes from his coma, Ida's nephew, Dr. Lee Craig, tells her about this, and she starts spreading the news around Wisteria Lane. Also, when she planned to go on a trip somewhere, in episode 3.06, Susan steals her cab. She also found Karen's dead husband in her house.
In season four, Ida has gotten back to drinking. When a neighborhood meeting is done for elections of the street president, Ida objects against the gay neighbors, not because of their fountain, but because they're gay. During the tornado warning, she takes cover in Mrs. McCluskey's basement with the Scavos, and the house is destroyed due to the tornado. It is soon confirmed she has died, sacrificing herself to save Lynette's children and husband. After her death, we learn that Ida was a professional baseball player during World War II. Her ashes are scattered by Lynette and Mrs. McCluskey at a baseball field where she had her glory days. Most of her possessions were taken by her relatives. Karen states that they will sell it online. If this statement was true it's unknown.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.