When I was growing up our house was filled with books. They were practically in the kitchen sink.One of my favorites was "The Family of Man" with contributors like Carl Sandberg. I'd lie on my belly on the chocolate shag rug and thumb through the dog eared pages for hours.
This photo by Dorothea Lange was imprinted in my psyche.
This photo became my family history.
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my dad had a copy of this photo in his study..i viewed it a zillion times and it led to one of my first conversations when i was about 6 with my parents about poverty and why we humans endure so much pain and struggle. i think i still have the same questions and concerns at 39 that i had at age 6.
oops!! forgot to write my name...that would be wendy...no one is anonymous here!
wmgxo
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