Alice J Walker
This concerns a story told to me about my grandmother, who died in 1960 when I was five years old. In the mid-fifties, she lived with my aunt and uncle and their boys in Rome, Georgia. On one rare occasion, she was home alone when Carrie May, the housekeeper came to clean. Grandmother fixed lunch for the both of them; when it was ready, she sat down in the kitchen and Carrie went out on the back porch to eat. It was a cold, rainy day; grandmother said “Carrie, come into the kitchen and eat; you shouldn’t be out there.” Carrie didn’t want to, but grandmother assured her that no one else would know. She came into the kitchen, and the two women ate together.