Just Pepper and Bear
Diane heard the sneers directed at her Czech community from outside the ghetto. But, when high school graduation came in May, she applied to St. John’s College in Cleveland anyway.
Diane’s mother had stopped singing. The baby, Danny, was only a few weeks old that summer—the summer, their dad died suddenly.
At the time, very few women had careers. With limited options, they could become a housewife, a secretary, or a nurse. Some could pursue a teaching profession as well, which is exactly what Diane wanted to do.
It was not till later that she understood how she must have looked: a skinny girl, from the ethnically isolated slums of Cleveland, bravely carrying an arm full of books across town by herself.
She also knew her mother faced criticism not only from the family, but the entire neighborhood for letting her attend high school –education was a waste for girls.
There is not much to the stubble of green with two pitiful blossoms. People may even call it ugly and want to pull it out, replacing it with something better.
“The streets, painted in rainbows of pastels and blossoms, had also revealed a disturbing and complex history on full display alongside the architectural and natural beauty.”
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