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homechick posted an update Wednesday, Aug 31, 2011, 12:38pm EDT, 14 years, 1 month ago
Growing up in S. Texas we weren't really "southern" but old habits died hard. We didn't havre any marked water fountains. My mom was the seamstress/repair person for my brother's baseball team uniforms. Sometimes a couple of the colored moms would bring things over to our house for mom to repair. She always invited them in but they politely refused. They "knew their place" and insisted on staying on the porch.
When my DH was in the army stationed in VA a few of them got weekend leave and decided to do some sightseeing in DC. One of the guys was colored. The group decided to have lunch at a Woolworth's lunch counter and were told the black guy couldn't be served. My DH was astonished - he'd never heard of such a thing. The black guy knew exactly what was going on. This was 1963 - right before all the civil rights stuff started.
