A Tribute to Willie Mae

Miles of Memories She never wore a lacy cap. She never wore a ruffled white apron over a black uniform. Because, you see, she wasn’t a real maid. Instead, she wore dresses she’d sewn herself from feed sacks and navy felt house shoes when her corns “got to botherin’.” She was a heavyset woman with a large lap and bosom to cradle my head and she smelled of Faultless Starch which I thought was the…