I just finished the book The Help by Kathryn Stockett. It is an amazing book and it brought back memories for me. Of Pinky.
I knew her for a brief time in my childhood. She was the cook and/or housekeeper for relatives of mine. One summer I stayed with them for a time and “helped” Pinky in the kitchen. I’m sure I was not all that much of a help, but Pinky made me feel like I was a great help to her. She was wonderful. She smelled warm and delicious. She felt smooth and soft. Her voice fell like a comforter on my heart. She was kind, loving, and beautiful. And she could cook. (Chocolate pies…!!!) Pinky invited me to her house and my mother drove me out. Pinky had a gift for me in appreciation of my help. She gave me a cross necklace and a hug. I have a sneaking feeling that she also prayed for me. I was a very privileged little girl. I will never forget her.
“I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would’ve been Constantine’s voice singing. If singing was a color, it would’ve been the color of that chocolate.”
― Kathryn Stockett, The Help
exists to create art which reflects the beauty and the glory of God, to use art to comfort and encourage people, and to inspire others to pursue the arts. 