I spent every Summer at my grandmother’s home in South Central Los Angeles, CA. This period of my life of every year, I called it “My Freedom Time.” I was free to have fun and could stay outside until the street lights came on.
Up the street was a convalescent home where my grandmother’s forever foster daughter, Diane Dudley used to spend her time volunteering. I started visiting the convalescent home when I was 7 years old as I had a relative that was a resident in the home. Her name was Ada Harp, and everyone called her “Aunt Ada” I am unsure even to this point what our actual relationship is on the family tree. This is a question I will be answering within a few days. What I do know is that she is related to my Grandmother Helen Bunn, my father’s mother.
When I visited Aunt Ada, there was a male resident that was smitten to my Aunt. I believe his name was Joe. I would push him or push my Aunt Ada around in their wheel chairs, and just spend time talking to them. Aunt Ada lived to be 94 years old (so I was 9 when she died). I remember her as always being so positive and upbeat, and she was always happy to see me.
|Joe, Aunt Ada, (Me), and nurse
Visiting the Convalescent Home
|Aunt Ada, (male cousins in front-Unidentified) Me,
Brother Marshall, Betty Porter, Walter Porter & Unidentified relative