The Statues
My early encounters with statues were limited to the distant tales of the one in New York, symbolizing the welcome to immigrants, and those within the solemn walls of churches.
Jenny Maestri’s maternal lineage traces back to Lucca, Italy, suggesting a potential involvement in the figurine-making trade. My father would point out the Sacred Heart Statue during our Good Friday visits to the Cabrini Convent’s chapel, along with the two dogs from Barracks St.
Yet, little did I know then that these seemingly disparate encounters were possibly all intertwined.
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