"Suffragette" by Amy Stonestrom

My second favorite thing about going to church was coming home to the bubbling carrots, onions and pork or beef that stewed while we were putting in our time on the hard benches listening to Pastor Johnson. Suddenly hungry, Dad pulled a few Oreos out of the cupboard for us and then heated left-over coffee on the stove. It was a cool summer morning and I shivered in my sundress and shawl as I munched my snack, watching as black crumbs fell on the white Formica of the breakfast counter.