Holy Apostles Soup Kitchen

Only in New York

In Friendship, Soup Kitchen Stories, Uncategorized on August 28, 2014 at 9:27 am

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While growing up in Harlem, not only did my parents take care of me, but also my neighbors. There was always a watchful eye. My mother had a good friend named Carol, a tall black lady. She and her husband Willis were also from the South. They owned the cleaners down the street whey they worked. I think it was called Carol’s Cleaners. If my mother had an appointment, she would leave me at Carol’s and they would watch me until dinner. Carol was nice. She had a television set on the side of the counter. She liked soap operas. We’d watch them half the day. I liked All My Children.  Her favorite was The Young and the Restless. She give me potato chips and Coke. Then my mother would call and tell Carol to send me home for dinner.

– Nelson Blackman

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