Mailman Rafael

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When I got off the train, I started walking the wrong way and got a little lost. Rafael was across the street. Usually I would pull my phone out and try to find the directions myself but it was too cold for all that.

I crossed the street and asked him the location of Langston Hughes house.

I had to repeat myself because I think I caught him off guard when I said the artist’s name. I then told him what I was into and why I was looking for it.

I am volunteering at the Langston Hughes House, I said,  We are renovating it to open it up to the public as a historical site. 

It turns out that he used to deliver mail there years ago. He not only gave me the address but also history of how the house looked 15 years ago: I’ve been in the house before. It was not being kept by anyone and all his things were sitting there just collecting dust. Papers and furniture just sitting there. He then looked at me and encouraged me: It’s beautiful to see a young sister like you involved with projects like this. You don’t see this everyday.

 

 

Some of My Mothers

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This is me at church on a slow but very eventful Wednesday night. Some of the mothers were on their way to Italy and I had my camera so made their going away service a bit more fun by snapping photos.

Mother Elise (and aunt) brought me back a small Italian puse.

Grandma Hurley

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After taking communion, the Hurley family pose for a quick picture with one of the eldest mother’s in the church, our Grandma Hurley who is 93.