I saw "The Green Book" the other day. I never knew about the book. I had a lot to think about after I saw the movie. I knew about throwing the glass away because a black person drank from it. I knew about  separate drinking fountains. I knew about who sat in the back of the street car. I knew that I went to an all white school. I also know , even now, where I was , what was going on, when I knew that something wasn't right. I was in our kitchen. I was talking to the young woman ironing  our clothes. She was a college graduate but couldn't get a job teaching. She was black. That made such an impression on me, that I still remember  it. It was before we moved to Hurst Street, so I must have been before I was in fifth grade. The movie wasn't a revelation to me, but it brought back memories of living in the south in that period . I know that somethings have changed, but a whole lot hasn't . I feel a little powerless.

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29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

20.07 | 13:55

Everything sounds so wonderful Leona. Venice will seem boring . I would want to move to Portownsend where the kids are living. All sounds great . Is there?

19.07 | 12:33

That lavender sounds very nice!

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