That’s me in the back, and I’m running away.
They’re two girls. They met and now they’re departing, going their separate ways.
This one, the one in front, is a woman, the other is a man.
They were together, but they were angry. The woman is a little sad the man left.
It’s a child!
Something new going on here. There are two separate people trying to help each other.
They’re well-dressed and don’t know which way to go.
It’s winter, it’s cloudy and windy, cold.
They’re walking opposite directions because they’re angry with the way they were treated at home. The one in back was closer and treated happier.
It looks like it’s going to rain.
They’re two people passing each other and knowing each other.
They absolutely know each other. One is a she and one is a he.
I think they love each other, and there was a fight, and they’re going in opposite ways.
They’re worrying about what looks like a heavy storm.
The one in back is Josephine and the other in front is a boy, of course.
The girl is Ava, the boy George.
They are Jack and Jill. Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
To hide from what’s going on on top.
Looks like a big storm is coming. They better run home.
The man is dressed up very heavy, with boots and hat like from Russia.
It looks like it’s cold.
They’re getting very scare because there’s nothing between…
They look so young; they’re coming from school.
They’re very far from the town.
Everyone I’ve met comes from Russia. I don’t understand why.
I come from Chicago.
I come from Brooklyn, New York.
I hope they’re going to be together again and get married.
They look too young to be…they’re children!
I don’t know where they’re going, unless they’re going to school.
I think they’re not going anywhere. They’re standing.
It’s a cold day. They have their hands in their pockets.
In the background, it’s like a storm is coming.
They’re rushing so they can get home before the storm.
It’s cold and stormy, looking at the black spot over their heads.
The wind is blowing--because she has her collar up to her face.
They’re hoping there’s no snow.
They’re very anxious to get home because they’re afraid of the storm.
It’s going to rain. They’re going to hug and kiss and they’re going to run home together.
They’re going to drink a hot tea, sit down together and be happy.
Created at the Freda Mohr Senior Center
Jewish Family Service, Los Angeles
November 7, 2014