A Long Time Gone

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Two young people, one a 16-year-old schoolgirl, the other a 21-year-old carpenter, married in my mother’s home church in Houston’s West End on Valentine’s Day, 1953. The neighborhood was filled with wooden houses resting on cinder blocks, my great-grandparents’ house standing on Malone Street, just north of Washington Avenue.

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