The Help & lessons from Mom

Finished reading The Help, the book upon which the movie was based. Some things I like better about the movie. Other things I like better from the book. Overall, however, both are good reading and good viewing. There's a section by the author in the back about her experience with her family maid, which got me thinking about an experience on the bus with my Mom when I was really little, about 4 years old. We were riding in the back because the front was full and all these black ladies were sitting back there. A seat was empty next to one of them and Mom asked if she minded if we sat there. I don't remember exactly how it came about, but we sat down and Mom and this lady started talking. Again, I wish I could remember that conversation but the question came up about riding in the front of the bus and this lady had to ride in the back of the bus because she was black. "That's not fair," I said. "No, it's not," said Mom. I don't remember anything else, but boy could I write a story from that little snippet of a memory.