Neighbor, Friends and Memories
I’m not sure why I’m spending several hours on this article, but I can’t get the past off my mind. I was there. I saw—and still see—it happening. My grand kids did not see this. They have no clue about the world that I and millions more came from. It was a world filled with calluses, tired bodies, poor nutrition, questionable education, shame, uncertainty—and pride in independence.




