Angeline Sibley walked from a limousine into a dark, empty house on Government Street in the summer of 1957, wheeling ahead a senile old woman in black with whom she shared no blood. At that moment she was sure of precious little — perhaps as little as when she’d first
Commerce in an optimistic downtown
when money circulated by sidewalk
Putting pencil to pixel, learning to
retrace family landmarks from memory
A search aimed at giving voice to
relatives spoken of only in whispers
Lessons on gray areas from colorful
characters toiling in black and white
Finding one's place with benchmarks,
backsights, and cornerstones
