I came to Sheboygan in July of 1981, I was part of the first generation of Hmong people living here. This is my story of leaving Laos. Photos by Whitney Morales Hmong people, we were recruited by the CIA to help fight the war. In the village where I lived, Hmong people were recruited to
“I am growing old here and I thank God for it.” Read More »
I was born in Sheboygan, the youngest of five. We lived on a farm just north of town where my folks grew pumpkins and a bit of everything else. Photos by Whitney Morales When I was in fifth grade, my dad bought his own funeral home in Omro, so I went to middle school and
“We just figured it out and continued to learn.” Read More »
My childhood was really centered around making art. I don’t know where I got my interest from, but I remember enjoying drawing as early as elementary school. My best friend and I used to have these drawing battles to see who the better artist was. Ramón would draw a ninja and I would draw Scooby-Doo,
“I knew that I wanted to become an art teacher.” Read More »
Those were the days. We’d go down South 17th Street in Sheboygan and I’d go by three of my buddy’s houses and we’d pull our four wagons to the pier. Photos courtesy of Dan Welsch I had a blue wagon with white PVC rod holders, rod sticking up, landing nets, my boombox, my dip net
“Fishing is a part of me.” Read More »
