“Goody could not shake, which Ivory Mae understood made her highly significant, to Uncle Goody at least. “Where Old Forty-One?” he would always say. Forty-One! The year of my birthday was what he called me. Here come Old Forty-One. I used to like it. I used to get so happy. It paid to be his.”

“Goody could not shake, which Ivory Mae understood made her highly significant, to Uncle Goody at least. “Where Old Forty-One?” he would always say. Forty-One! The year of my birthday was what he called me. Here come Old Forty-One. I used to like it. I used to get so happy. It paid to be his.”

— Sarah M. Broom