Saturdays and Teacakes

“When I was nine or ten years old I couldn’t wait for Saturdays.”In this poetic memory, a young boy rides his bicycle every Saturday up and down country roads past farms, a graveyard, and a filling station, until he reaches his beloved Mammaw’s house. She is waiting for him. While she picks tomatoes, he pushes the lawnmower through the dew-wet grass. Afterwards, he always helps her make teacakes from scratch, breaking the eggs and stirring the batter. But the best part, he remembers, is eating the hot, sweet cakes fresh from the oven.Lester Laminack’s richly detailed prose perfectly portrays the special relationship of a young boy and his grandmother. Set in a small town in the mid-sixties, the story evokes a gentler and more innocent time and place. Award-winning illustrator Chris Soentpiet’s images beautifully capture the simplicity of an earlier time.