An amazing Thanksgiving is a memory and we soldier on… My nephew (via LA), his mom (who drove from Oak Ridge, TN) and my partner and I met in Asheville, NC for the long holiday weekend. Photos first…stories later :). Christine
People from around the world knit together the community we call West Seventh in Saint Paul. We are fortunate to have a co-op, specialty markets and restaurants, as well as many other independently owned small businesses.
Join me on a tour and come visit! I plan to continue my meander with more news from the neighborhood-
Mississippi Market http://msmarket.coop/
Breathing Space Massage Therapy
Theresa del Rosario is a Certified Massage Therapist whose home is also her business. She also works with special needs clients, such as elderly residents of the Sholom Home and Assisted Living Residence, right across the street! (Theresa’s son provided the artistic embellishment to her sign!)
For the past thirty years, Wendy and her family have owned Stransky’s Liquors. The neon yellow sign out front is even older and has no connection to the couple who came to Minnesota from Taiwan three decades ago. They proudly stock local micro brews and Minnesota wine.
School is in session!
Helping edit the children’s page of the Community Reporter is a new, and wonderful experience. I have been writing profiles of neighbors in the news for over a year, but reading kid’s essays has been a particular treat. I would like to share a couple of essays that will be published in the December issue- these kids are 3rd graders…
We hang up an ornament of a fat cat on Christmas. It represents my cat’s birthday. She died last year, but we still celebrate her birthday every Christmas. This is her first time spending Christmas with Jesus.
I go to my cousin’s house for Christmas. We eat different food from my country, Eritrea. But, what all the kids love are the presents; all shapes and sizes. We eat special bread called injera and we have a special sauce called berbere.
One Thanksgiving I ate some jalapenos and they set my mouth on fire and I went crazy. I ate guacamole to make it go away and I said, “make it stop!” I learned not to eat jalapenos again and found out I like guacamole.