I have fond memories of my maternal grandmother, Ernestine Wright Hatchett. We called her Madear. My memories of us include being in the kitchen together, of her famous caramel cake, and of her letting me eat shrimp for the first time. I remember that she worked as a cook for the local country club and... Continue Reading →
Education and My Family….W. F. Branch High School
Growing up in a small town I would hear some of the same stories over and over again, and the majority of those stories were in some form or fashion about W. F. Branch High School. My parents grew up in the Jim Crow segregated south. So during their youth, there were two schools in... Continue Reading →