Polk Street Review

Moody Gillium And How His Story Helped Me To Better Understand Myself

by bryan glover

In 2012, Andrea Morehead created the WFYI public television broadcasting documentary, “It’s a Family Reunion, What’s Your Story” to show the diversity and richness of the African American experience through the eyes of a family reunion. Morehead’s series doesn’t focus on families of famous people, but instead features the reunion of families we regard as regular folk. The pilot episode features Hamilton County’s Glenn, Glover and White families whose history in Indiana dates back to the 1800’s. Bryan Glover was a participant in the program. He reflects on what he learned and what it means to him.


Grandpa Peanut And The Pigs

by greg richards

My sister is in large part responsible for what I read. She’ll call and say, “You’ve got to read this book,” or “Let me send you something I just finished.” Several years ago she handed me her copy of Frank McCord’s Angela’s Ashes and said, “You’ll love this one!” It was as good as she had promised. But this is not about my sister.


Beads for Bahati

by emily wasonga

There was once a girl named Bahati who moved with her family all the way from Africa to a little town in Indiana.

Bahati liked the town a lot. She especially loved downtown because it had a lot of interesting places to visit like an ice cream store and a place where she got to make her own pottery like she used to back in school in Africa in her art classes.

Although Bahati liked living in the town, Bahati still missed her friends from Africa very much.

She missed doing her homework with Mulenga and writing short stories with Gladys again as they once did.

Bahati’s older sister Leila understood how much Bahati missed her friends from Africa. Leila had a lovely idea. Bahati had always liked being creative. One day, Leila surprised Bahati with a box of beads she had bought at the local store.


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by kurt meyer

I am six years old. It’s a sunny, summer day in June. I’m sitting on the passenger side in the front seat of my grandfather’s new, white 1966 Dodge Polaris, hugging the door, clutching the chrome window crank, and crying softly.

The car sits in the gravel drive of my family’s house in the little town of Sharpsville, Indiana. My grandfather, Alvie is behind the wheel. My grandmother, Marguerite and my sister Cindy are in the back seat.