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November 29th 1969 a cold and windy night a mother and her nine months old son in arms walking to find a place to call home. Not really late just dusk dark. Wanted to get back to my one room that I was renting didn’t want my son to get too cold. Holding him and talking he was smiling at me. He seems to be saying mommy it will be alright. I had to find a home for us.

I must have walked what seems like miles but really only four blocks but they were long blocks. I didn’t really know which, w...