Lunch Rush

Today, I visited Mama Ruth's restaurant after church. I waited in a long line with Baptists, Methodists, and Holy Rollers who wore neckties and pearls.

“My daddy built this general store when he was twenty-three,” Mary says. “Folks used’a visit by mule and wagon.”

I’m sitting in Hudson’s Grocery, sipping tea from a jelly jar, eating fried catfish and collards. There are buck-heads on the wall. Black-and-white family photos. Mounted large-mouth bass. A few customers in cowboy hats. I have tartar sauce on my shirt.

I’m feeling pretty good.

Miss Jackie waltzes out of the kitchen. She’s wearing a dusty apron. She’s tall. Bone-skinny. Skin like molasses. She doesn’t talk much.

“I enjoyed your cooking,” I tell her.

“Mmm hmm,” says Miss Jackie.

This one-room joint is located in the speck-of-a-town, Century, Florida—within spitting-distance of the Alabama line. In this city, folks pronounce “fire” as “far.” A place where middle-school girls can drop eight-point bucks faster than most forty-year-old men.

Mary and her best friend, Jackie, run this meat-and-three.

Today, I visited after church. I waited in a long line with Baptists, Methodists, and Holy Rollers who wore neckties and pearls.

“Sometimes we serve so many, we run outta food,” says Mary.

“Mmm hmm,” Miss Jackie explains.

A few years ago, Mary reopened this dusty store as something more than a market. She calls it, Mama Ruth’s, and she sells everything from antiques to catfish.

“I love what we do,” says Mary. “We’re kind of an all-around country store.”

“Mmm hmm,” Jackie points out.

This tight-knit community supports Mary Hudson enough to eat her out of house and home. It’s been that way from the day she first opened. Her business took off. People couldn’t get enough of Miss Jackie’s made-from-scratch cooking.

Then Mary got diagnosed with advanced leukemia.

Doctors told her to get her affairs in order. And fast.

Mary closed shop. She left for Dallas to undergo treatment. It was agonizing. It drained her. She felt alone. She missed home.

“I thought, ‘God, why’s this happening to me?'” she says.

“Mmm hmm.”

Mary’s Dallas mailbox began to fill up. Letters, poems, good-luck charms, food, knit shawls, care packages. Each day, her mailman brought a new load.

Mary might’ve left town, but town never left her.

The letters read something like: “Dear Mary, we prayed for you at First Baptist this morning. We pray every single day.”

Another letter—from a five-year-old: “Dear Miss Mary, I believe God will heal you…”

Mary wipes her face. “This town, they just.. They’re so…”

“Mmm hmm.”

Doctors scheduled her for a bone marrow transplant. But during preliminaries, something happened. Nobody could explain it.

One physician told her she was a miracle. Another man of science admitted he didn’t know what made her cancer go away.

“When you’re younger,” says Mary. “Sometimes, you just wanna get away from your little hometown. But this community, this restaurant, they saved my life.”

“Mmm hmm,” Miss Jackie says. “That’s love right there.”

Well spoken, Miss Jackie.


  1. Camille Atkins - February 6, 2017 10:06 am


  2. Cherryl Shiver - February 6, 2017 11:40 am

    Mary is blessed to have a friend like Jackie, they are few and far between. She is really blessed to have a loving HOMEtown.

  3. Carol DeLater - February 6, 2017 1:40 pm

    There IS power in prayer, no matter who you pray to. I’ve seen a miracle or two myself.
    xx, Carol

  4. Judy - February 6, 2017 2:01 pm

    Praise God from whom ALL blessings flow!

  5. Richard Wambsganss - February 6, 2017 7:55 pm

    Another good piece, Sean. I read ’em all and thank you for sharing your talent. You ought to have a weekly column in the Washington Post.

  6. Loree - February 6, 2017 11:57 pm

    Beautiful. Thank you.

  7. Joan Raines - February 7, 2017 3:00 pm

    Love this. We need happy endings today. It is refreshing. I also loved hearing from you and about your “panthers” . I too was a bit tired of Ralph and sometimes skipped him . Sometimes he was just what I needed however but sometimes we just need a break from our usual patterns. like I said it is refreshing ourselves. You and I will always be in touch.

  8. Linda M Perry - February 7, 2017 9:52 pm

    I enjoy your writing, so clean, honest an so close to my heart .
    Thank you for your home town adventures with your travel .

  9. Sandra Marrar - April 27, 2017 8:48 am

    Another great story! I could read them all day long. I’m praying for a miracle or two and wouldn’t mind if some of you would join in.

  10. Tommy Palmer - April 27, 2017 11:39 am

    I grew up in a little town in Georgia with people and places you write about every day. My daughter turned me on to your writings and I am forever grateful. She reads them to my grand son and granddaughter each day! You are a blessing to my family. Thanks! There’s power in the pen…

    Tommy Palmer

  11. Judy Cooper - April 27, 2017 3:20 pm

    Love this! Prayer and miracles do happen! I believe!!!!!?

  12. Carolyn - April 27, 2017 5:07 pm

    I really enjoy your posts. I was born and raised in Georgia. My dad and his family ran several weekly newspapers, mostly in South Georgia.

  13. George Buchanan - April 27, 2017 9:12 pm

    I live in South Georgia so I can relate to every word that you wrote. Live your stories every day.

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