My sister, visiting from Atlanta, joined me last week on my evening walk through our neighborhood. In 1964, our family was one of the first to move into what was referred to as Vatican Valley, a space that would be filled with mostly Catholic and Jewish families during the years when Pope John XXIII was calling for ecumenical outreach. As we walked, we reminisced about the families who first lived in the houses we passed. We shared memories of old friends, of good times and hard lessons. My sister was impressed by how much I could remember about the people and their lives.
This is lovely, Julie. Now, I. wonder if mine is one of the families you remember a lot about, ha! :) Keep writing.