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Happy Father’s Day
He declared that he was the ‘Father Day King’. If you visit my blog often, you will see that I blogged about him a while ago about his style of hat.
You can check out the last blog here.
Edwina
There are a few Bronxnites who live in my neighborhood who ALWAYS dress to kill. Edwina’s one of them. I am not talking about young people, I am talking about older people whom I have noticed.
Edwina is a kind woman. When I was going to Fordham and would walk to school, I would see her walking in the opposite direction. She would always be dressed up and have a beautiful smile on her face. She would smile and say hi. Sometimes she complimented me on my outfit and other times she would encourage me to continue my education. What she doesn’t know is her compliments and words of encouragements always made my day.
Since I graduated and stopped walking that route, I haven’t seen her in a while. Last week, I went out with my sisters and bumped into Edwina. I took advantage of the opportunity to ask her her name and snapped a picture.
In this photo, she is not that dressy. I should include that it was raining. However, she still has her beautiful smile.
My Summer, My Bronx
Happy 15th Anniversary Mary Mitchell!
This year the Mary Mitchell Family and Youth Center in the Bronx celebrates 15 years!
15 years of improving the neighborhood.
Congratulations!!
Madea & Son
I love this photo. I wish I could post it all over my neighborhood. A parent reading to her child. I have a student who is in Kindergarten. He is so far behind. Since the beginning of the year, I have been talking to his mom about his level. He doesn’t have a learning disability. It seems no one reads with him or to him at home. Do his mom understand or just don’t care??
Bread Factory in Bronx
One night, after church, my dad mentioned the strong smell of bread that was in the air. It was a strong smell. We all could smell it and have been smelling it for years. I never really knew where the smell was coming from; however, my dad knew. He said he used to go to the bread factory all the time, long time ago. That night my sister and I urged him to take us.
When we got there, the gate was locked and there was music playing that the entire neighborhood could hear. It was good that the doors to the factory was open! After my dad found a way to open the gate, we walked pass the ‘don’t trespass’ gate and went inside.
I was in awe! It was almost like a mini bread festival. Everyone was packing bread and there were huge bread machines everywhere! There was bread sliding off and on slides, bread spinning, bread being thrown into bags… Bread everywhere! The workers created an assembly line and was not even distracted when we walked into the place.
The workers were so kind and happily packaged bread for us to enjoy. When my dad offered to to pay for the bread, they turned my dad away and kept working. We were surprised and happy at the same time. We got some good Italian bread for free! Straight from the oven into our tummies.
The Bronx is full of finger lickin’ surprises!
