In “Love and Black Lives on Brooklyn Street,” Annie Correal came across a photo album she found in a recycling bin. She mentioned “I had never seen the account of that time of a black family” which stood out to me very surprisingly. As she starts her journey with odd questions that take over my curiosity in finding out why would anyone use an album that has held many memories for years and years. She saw Etta Mae and a man in the album with her as she looked through the album very often. The people are dressed in suits and elegant dresses in the pictures and they smiled, which portraits they were rich and very happy. At the end of an article, all the questions were disclosed, since the landowner of Etta Mae did not want the album after she died. The finding that the images in the album were kept for many people was quite disturbing, and that every picture speaks a story and has a story,