She was particularly fascinated to learn more about the Chinese-Black interactions in the community where many Chinese immigrants ran mom and pop grocery stores in the black neighborhoods (I am not using the current term, African American, simply because that label did not exist during those days).
I managed to put her in contact with other Chinese from the Augusta area, and they graciously provided her with a rich supply of anecdotes and memories of the past. She and her mother will be going to Augusta for a visit soon, which should prove very moving as it has been over 40 years since the mother has been there, and it will be the first visit for the daughter.
I am delighted that Southern Fried Rice played a small role in generating the potential for an author to write more about the Chinese of the Deep South in the days when Jim Crow prevailed.