New Orleans
I’ve been trying to write about my upbringing and my faith and who I am and where I came from. And the more I dig, the less I know. I sent a text message to my uncle. Me: How did your parents meet? Uncle: Max was stationed at what was then “Camp Polk,” later became a fort. Was in NO on leave when he saw Lillian working as a salesclerk at a shoe store. Me: Ah! So they met in NOLA! And she grew up there? Uncle: oui I sent a message to my aunt. Aunt: My mom was walking home from work on Canal Street. My dad was in the army, in special training. He saw my mom and tried to meet her in the street but she ignored him. He following her home to her mother’s house. He knocked on the door and said, “I’m not leaving until your daughter comes out.” It was love at first sight. My mom was really beautiful and my dad was very handsome. When I get Mom on the phone, I ask her. She says my grandfather saw my grandmother out shopping for shoes. He tried to talk to her and she ign...