For almost forty years, my grandparents ran a supper club in Detroit, a stop along the Chitlin Circuit that brought healing and rhythm and blues to the Black community. While I knew this was a big part of their lives, a place my mother grew up in, it always seemed like a place that existed in memory. Neither of my grandparents is big on sharing or taking photos.
What started as a night watching the Searching for Sugar Man documentary turned into a month-long archival of a piece of family history—searching in newspaper archives, magazines, and more.
Presented as a scrapbook with handwritten notes from family members. Select images below
