Carolyn Kay Conover,
Harrodsburg, KY.
It was 1964 and Mary and I had been friends since starting 1st grade together. We’d buy milkshakes at lunch. I’d buy chocolate and she’d buy vanilla. I really liked Mary. This year, Mary and I were going to go to 4-H camp together. We were so excited. We signed up together and planned to bunk together, she in the top bunk, me on the bottom. But when we got to camp we learned that was just not going to happen. When I asked why, I was told, “Well, Mary is a Negro” (the polite term in those days). I had no idea what this meant other than that we couldn’t bunk together. Mary, wherever you are today, I think of you often.
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