I arrived in America on my birthday, October 28, 1965. I was twenty- five and Frank was thirty-nine.
Frank had a modest, little house waiting for me, which was comfortably furnished and clean. It was in Prattville, Alabama, about ten miles northwest of Montgomery. Frank worked with the Department of Justice. The first few days passed swiftly, but I realized I had old habits to break and new ones to learn.
America was a different world. Everything was bigger, from appliances to people. Everybody liked the same style houses, furniture and clothing. Everything was always done in a rush. Frank took me to some parties where I met friendly people. I was easily impressed with anyone who paid a little attention to me.
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Our work is hard and time consuming. We hope to gain recognition and appreciation for our hard work. It would be fantastic to have a nice word of praise for every hour we dedicated to this project.
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