Sunday, April 02, 2006


My grandmother's gardener, Bud Johnson, worked for her family from the time he was a young teen. He enlisted in the Army, in WWII. My mother told me they cured him of congenital syphillis.

After he got out, he went back to being a gardener.

I spent part of fourth grade in Louisiana in 1958. The schools were still segregated.

Here's a thought-provoking pair of pictures that underscore the change during my lifetime.


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