12 June 2020

Published June 10, 2020 by rochellewisoff


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PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio


Genre: Memoir

Word Count: 100


I worked in a grocery store with a gregarious black woman named Rochelle.

Every morning, we’d greet each other with a cheerful, “Good morning, Rochelle.”  

One day as we chatted at her register, a customer with a small boy rolls through her line. She tells him, “Both of us are Rochelle. We’re twins.”

He scrutinizes us and shakes his head. Pointing to her hands he says, “No you’re not. You gots fancy fingernails and she don’t.”

American poet William Edgar Stafford said, “Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn’t music”

I don’t want to grow up.

*How does my story connect to the prompt? It’s all about colour. 😉



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89 comments on “12 June 2020

    • Dear Tannille,

      I’m sure you can relate. Were your parents The Captain and Tennille fans? I like the name. Frankly, I hated my name growing up. Amid a sea of Nancy’s, Jennifer’s, Karen’s and Sharon’s, I was the only Rochelle in my grade school. My mother got the name from Rochelle Hudson, a B-movie actress in the 1930’s. Actually, I’ve grown fond of my name. 😉

      Thank you re my story.



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      • No, my mum never liked the music, just the name and then she altered the spelling so no one can spell it. Thanks Mum. 😀. I think many of us grow into our names, never liked mine as a kid and as an adult I couldn’t imagine being called anything else.


    • Dear Genia,

      It’s a memory that I’ve always cherished. Rochelle and I mused about it for some time to come. All the child saw was her manicure. I was just recounting the story to a friend last week and decided to share it as a flash. Sometimes truth is more fun than fiction. 😉 Thank you. 😀




  • This is so true. Young children see difference but they aren’t naturally prejudiced about colour. It’s definitely something that’s taught them, along with many other things, both good and bad.
    A very sweet tale Rochelle, told with your usual warmth and empathy. I do hope you send the other Rochelle the story – I’m sure she’ll love it.

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    • Dear Lynn,

      There’s a story that’s gone around of two little boys who got their heads shaved so their teacher wouldn’t be able to tell them apart. One was black and the other white. The little boy in my story had the same color blindness, didn’t he? Rochelle and I were both delighted and amazed at his response. We spoke of it for a while to come.

      On occasion I do drop into that store and say hello to the smattering of friends, including Rochelle, who still work there. I plan to hand deliver a printed copy to her. We still get a kick out of greeting each other with “Hi, Rochelle.”

      Thank you for your sweet comments. It’s a 20 year old memory I’ll always cherish.




      • That’s so nice that you still pop in to say hello – so very sweet. If I was Rochelle I’d be delighted to be featured in your lovely story. Always a pleasure to read your stories


  • Right with you there, Rochelle. I believe that we can overcome racism because we never pay attention to eye color, a much more reliable window into genetic heritage than pigmentation. We never even notice it. I want to live in a world where differences matter less than similarities.

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    • Dear Josh,

      Are you familiar with Jane Elliott? In the 1968 after MLK’s assassination, to teach her all white 3rd grade class in Iowa about discrimination, she divided them according to eye color. Brown-eyed kids became the outcasts. Apparently the backlash was intense. I want to live in that world, too.

      Thank you.



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  • Innocence is a beautiful thing. It’s mindboggling to realize prejudice is a learned behavior. It’s not just blatant parent to child training. There are many prejudices small and large that have seeped into society’s subconscious. Once learned, how does one break that conditioning? How does society turn that around?

    Your story is heartwarming and hopeful. It’s what we need in these times.

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  • This one is pure genius, Rochelle. Kids put things in such basic, inarguable ways 🙂

    The quote from William Edgar Stafford put me in mind of my two oldest boys, one about 3, the other just one year old. They loved listening to our recording of Winnie the Pooh. The older boy would sing along with the words, and both of them bopped around to the music. Completely unself-conscious, and cute as the dickens :). Music,dancing–THEN words.

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  • If only the police could all see as children do. I remember being stopped and being taunted in the nineteen sixties. It takes just a few police officers give the whole force a bad name

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    I love how children focus on important things… like add-ons such as nails all done up. We work so hard to take this out of children, don’t we?
    Perfectly done!

    Shalom and lotsa colourful love


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  • Rochelle,

    How true is this?! From the mouths of babes comes the education, IF we listen to it that is . . .

    Problem is, we grow up and we get umm . . . smarter? Okay, not the word I was looking for but you got the point with this one.



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      • Rochelle

        This is problematic, isn’t it. Sad to say.

        You’re such the lovely noodger. 🙂

        Your story is beautiful, it speaks to the best in all of us. It’s the example we all should be looking to.



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  • Dear Periwinkle Gnat W(T)F,

    Maybe the next time Olive visits you can get her to paint your fingernails.
    Did your twin also share your addiction to the color purple? If so, maybe we could book a room with two beds at the rehab/treatment center.

    Well, I gotta go. The “White Shadow” is whining, wanting me to retreive a tennis bath from beneath the couch.

    Liza Jane’s Daddy

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    • Dear Liza Jane’s Daddy,

      I can’t wait to meet the ‘White Shadow’ in the dog flesh. Kinda looking forward to seeing her humans, too.

      I don’t know if my twin likes purple. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her. I’ll have to rectify that situation. As for fingernails, I gave up on those a long time ago. 😉

      See you soon,


      Periwinkle Gnat W(T)F

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    I enjoyed reading your story. A very timely piece. We can learn some much from children. Sometimes being older doesn’t necessarily make us wiser. An adult would have most likely have remarked on the difference in color.



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