I drove into Winder, Georgia and visited the Outdated Lions Membership on East Broad Street and the grassy area in front the place the annual county fair was established within the late fifties and early sixties.
Oh... the recollections exploded in my thoughts as I looked up on the previous white Lions Club building. I smiled as the flashbacks created past visible images in speedy succession.
I bear in mind the October day was just a little overcast and a slight chill was within the air at first of the early nineteen-sixties Barrow County Fair.
Grandmother Mary Lee had all the time entered the baking contest, but this year she didn't and I decided to uphold the household custom and cook a pound cake. The baking contest was a giant deal at the time.
I needed to make use of Mama Katie's Lemon Pound Cake recipe, however determined to use a plain pound cake. I wished to win the blue ribbon. This was vital!
I made a decision to make this trek to Winder, in late 2009, as part of my analysis for my third novel, the 2011 National Gold Medal Winner Ghost of Atlanta. I am glad I did as the visit created visible photos of key scenes that used at first of the novel.
I received out of the car and walked by means of space and looked around. I remembered coming to the Barrow County Honest in my uncle's old Ford. I remembered carrying the pound cake and going by means of the doorways of the Lions Club.
I talked to the lady in charge and left the cake.
We drove back to my Grandmother's old family residence in Statham. I talked with my Grandmother about my chances of winning.
A couple of days later, my Uncle Charles drove me back to the Lions Club building. I opened the door an walked to the world the place the baking have been judged.
I seemed for a second... and smiled.
My Pound Cake Had Gained a Blue Ribbon!
My uncle carried me back to Statham, and I hugged my grandmother and we talked all evening about me successful the blue ribbon. It was a joyous feeling.
A few days later my Grandmother Mary Lee put me in a automotive with a family pal, Athens, Georgia, who carried me and my sister, Rochelle, to the practice station in Athens to journey the "Silver Comet" to a new life up north.
We were on our technique to Brooklyn, New York and a new life as a part of the good migration of southern blacks to the massive cities within the north.
The times of previous southern dwelling with my Grandmother Mary Lee had been over, however I nonetheless bear in mind the time within the kitchen in Statham, Georgia cooking the pound cake on the outdated iron stove.
It was a winner then, and it is now a winner again as a key a part of my novel, Ghost of Atlanta!