(Associated Press)— The smell of Cuban coffee drifts from the kitchen as Carolyn Chester digs through photos, faded with age, that fill four boxes spread across the dining table.
Friends linked arm-in-arm on the sands of a Cuban beach.
Men in suits and women in evening gowns at a Havana nightclub.
And in almost every frame, a dapper American man with a salt-and-pepper mustache and a raven-haired woman with the arched eyebrows of a 1950s movie star – Chester’s father and mother – smiling at the good fortune that, they could not know, would soon be snatched away.
“That life is gone,” Chester says.
“I always heard about Cuba … and all this money that we lost and `Maybe one day,’ but I didn’t understand it.”
Now, nearly 60 years and 1,500 miles later, that day may finally be nearing for Chester, and for others like her. But to reach it, new and untested diplomacy will have to settle very old scores…