Pat, I love this story. My childhood memories include fondly my "maid", Bernice making pound cake. Not using measuring cups but her hand. It was the best pound cake! Bernice raised me, my mom was divorced and a doctor, so Bernice and her husband David lived in the apartment over the garage and was with me all day and many times into the night. She was my second mom.
I also remember riding the bus to downtown, Bernice sitting in the back with myself and my siblings sitting up front. I never understood that. I now wonder if she also baked pound cake to sell.
These stories are invaluable to our nation's history and growth as it evolved into a free and equal country for all. Thank you for sharing them.
Pat, I love this story. My childhood memories include fondly my "maid", Bernice making pound cake. Not using measuring cups but her hand. It was the best pound cake! Bernice raised me, my mom was divorced and a doctor, so Bernice and her husband David lived in the apartment over the garage and was with me all day and many times into the night. She was my second mom.
I also remember riding the bus to downtown, Bernice sitting in the back with myself and my siblings sitting up front. I never understood that. I now wonder if she also baked pound cake to sell.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful memory. I'd love for you to write that story. It is priceless and worth telling.