Whose mama? It Aunt Jemima.

Knock knock.

Who's there?


Ain'tcha who?

Ain'tcha mama on the pancake box?

When you heard that joke in Rockingham as kids in the 1960s, you either laughed or punched somebody in the nose. You didn't talk about somebody's mama unless you were really good friends.

Who knew, though, that Aunt Jemima used to live in Rockingham?

We didn't.

Anyone who would have known Anna Short Harrington in my hometown has - as we say - "been dead." But I knew people who knew her people.