I wish I was a marsupial. Preferably one who has the power to shrink loved ones. If I was a marsupial, I’d carry Satch around in my tummy pocket all day. 313 more words
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Satch is very, very sick and may not be long for this world. Two nights ago, he had to be separated from Dizzy so we could monitor his litter box, and Dizzy, surprisingly, spent most of the night outside the bathroom door where Satch was sequestered and cried and cried out for him. 91 more words
Louis Armstrong spent some time in the New Orleans Home for Colored Waifs when he was around twelve to thirteen years old.
One day the young bugler’s mother and father, who had gotten his release, came to take him home. 635 more words
A grandson of slaves, a boy was born in a poor neighborhood of New Orleans known as the “Back of Town.”
His father abandoned the family when the child was an infant; his mother became a prostitute and the boy and his sister had to live with their grandmother. 259 more words