Part 1: The Heroic It was Galveston’s Pietà. A young woman cradling a dead infant in her arms. A frightened young girl clinging to her waist, the child’s face buried in the folds of her mother’s skirt as if to shut out some horrible sight.
Part 1: In the Garden I used to pass by it every afternoon on my grueling six-minute commute home from work at The Bryan Museum. The Garten Verein, we call it, a shorthand we now use to refer to the historic dancing pavilion at Kempner Park.