Mrs. Anza

I stopped in a Bronx diner for a bite of food, setting down my camera on the counter and ordering some french toast. An elderly women next to me spied my camera curiously, and told me that she had a Minolta at her home that she used to shoot with. Through the course of our conversation, I found out that her husband of 50+ years had recently passed. He was military man, from Hawaii, and thanks to Japanese ancestry on his side of the family, she ended up with the last name Anza. She was now one of the longest standing residents in her building, going on 5o years. She talked and talked, telling me her story.  A story fewer people would know with time.