Will and Colene Norton
by Will Norton, Jr. One afternoon in late 1947 when I was almost six years old, I walked under the orange trees behind our house at the Tandala mission and approached the back door. Mother and Dad were standing together watching a small Congolese man who wore only a pair of shorts. He had scars all over his back and was acting out a story while he told it. He fell on the...
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