The mind of Lindabelle

black elders                            kids playing                                   boy playing in water

I remember a time when neighbors knew each other, held conversation over fences, and broke bread together. I remember Saturdays when the men and sons of the families would cut grass and the women and daughters of the house would cook Sunday dinner, get their hair pressed or permed, and prepare their clothes for Sunday service. I remember going fishing on Saturdays after piano lessons and grocery shopping. I remember mothers and fathers going to PTA meetings with their children. I remember parents going to neighborhood school programs and having friendly conferences with the teachers. I remember the community coming to the school to celebrate music programs and academic award banquets. I remember the older folks in…

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