The table held several flats of fans, but the ones that drew me held a story. They were diverse in both their images and messages, silently imparting slices of our cultural history. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen…
Tag: church fans
I remember their brown faces and white uniforms. They stood at the door of the church, likely hot themselves, handing out paper fans to help cool us against the rising heat in the sanctuary. Adults…