The ladies who cooked, and their cornbread

In the summer of 1964, my then husband, who was a naval aviator, received orders to report to the Naval Auxiliary Air Station near Meridian, Miss. 

I was nervous about moving there as the three civil rights workers had been murdered in the area in June. However, we drove from California and arrived in Meridian in August.

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