Abstract
When current and former residents of Buxton gather for Homecoming, they share memories of fishing for smelt, practising for the North Buxton Maple Leaf Band, building the local museums; of Sunday School picnics and grandma's pumpkin pies.Buxton residents also share more painful memories. Memories of prejudice, of learning that in the world outside Buxton, black stars would have to shine doubly bright to be seen.In this memoir, Karen Shadd-Evelyn celebrates the heritage of Buxton, combining prose, poetry, and personal photographs in a shimmering evocation of life in a very special community.