Winfred Rembert (1945-2021)

Acquired directly from the artist as a gift by the present owner

Hamilton Avenue was lined with juke joints and almost everybody sold moonshine. There was Sturgis Night Club, and Bragg Brookins's juke joint. Black Materson had a place. There was Sadie Mules and the Dirty Spoon Cafe. There was Bubba Duke and Feet's place. [...] The Dirty Spoon Cafe was the juke joint for adults. They wouldn't let kids in there. I guess they kept more rules and regulations than anybody else. I would look in the window, though, to see all the people in their fancy dress. The best dressed person was a man called "Egg." He would wear three-piece suits with the vest over the sleeves. [...] Egg was an excellent dancer. He was disabled, but he could dance. He used to swing those girls, and I was standing there in the window looking at him do it. [...] The Dirty Spoon Cafe was the place you could see that kind of dancing. - Winfred Rembert, Chasing me to my Grave: An Artist's Memoir of the Jim Crow South, (New York: Bloomsbury Publishing, 2021), pp. 45-46.