Letter from the EDITOR
MY MOM WAS a lemonade person. Most days, a pitcher of sweet-tart refreshment waited for us in the fridge to accompany our tuna sandwich lunches. Occasionally, though, a bright red fruit punch signaled that something special was on the horizon. On those days she ladled a ruby red concoction of Hawaiian Punch, ginger ale, and various fruit juices from my grandmother’s fancy crystal bowl into the small matching glassware (or paper cups) at backyard barbecues, at birthday parties and, of course, on Christmas Eve. It surprised me to learn that Mom’s special occasion beverage habit had cultural significance beyond our family. When I moved to Texas, I discovered the Juneteenth custom of drinking red soda water, red soda pop, and strawberry or raspberry lemonade as a tribute to freedom and…