Being carried through the snow
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Craig Nagasawa: "One of our daily routines was after we closed at the fish market, we would gather the family and we would walk down the street up that alley, cut through the alley all the way through to the Greyhound bus depot, and then kind of kitty corner across towards this Emeril Avenue where my grandparents' house was. Some of it was walkable, we'd walk back and forth. One thing I recall, I was quite small at the time when we first started walking back and forth. My dad's family, my dad was the oldest, but there were some younger brothers and sisters and one of my dad's brothers, Eddie, he was a sort of football player at West High School and he used to carry me on his back in the winter because I would always complain about getting my feet wet and cold because it would be covered with snow. Those back alleys would be all iced and slushed, full of big puddles and ice, frozen over puddles. So he would carry me back. He would carry me all the way over there to the house on his back. And then we would sit down and sometimes we'd bring our dinner from the sunrise, the ingredients for our dinner, and then we'd sit down over there and eat dinner and all of the brothers, my father's brothers and sisters, would gather there. So it was a big meeting point right there for our family."
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