Patsy Cook

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Her Grand Babies call her "Awma"

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Patsy Cook

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The Spice for Life

Counselor

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The Spice for Life

Her Babies call her "Mama"

Her Grand Babies call her "Awma"

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The Mrs. Georgia Story

July 5, 2020 Spice Stories

Mrs GeorgiaI had never set out to be, or even thought of being, a “Miss” or a “Mrs. Georgia.” I’d never even been in a beauty contest, not in high school or grade school. I just liked sports and Buddy Cook—that was it!

I had a business in Albany, Ga. and a good group working for me that I fully trusted, that is, until they played a joke on me for one of my birthdays: they entered me in a Mrs. Georgia pageant! I had no clue until I got a call from the pageant association saying I had been chosen. I really thought it was a joke.

“No thank you, try this on someone else!” I told the man.

“But,” the gentleman explained, “there were 632 applications and photographs and you have been chosen for the final 40.”

“For real?” I asked, as my head began to swell twice its normal size. “Oh well, in that case, I guess I will.”

Right after I hung up that phone I knew I had just agreed to the craziest thing I had ever done in my life. How was I going to tell my husband? He thought things like this were foolish.

I kept quiet for two or three weeks. I even bought an evening gown while trying to figure how I was going to break this news to the family. Finally, one evening, I caught my husband in one of his favorite positions: eating dinner and watching the evening news.

“I’m in the Mrs. Georgia pageant in a couple of weeks.”

I waited for the axe to fall. He kept eating and watching the news for a few moments. Then, you could tell; it just hit him.

“What did you just say?”

O death, where is your sting? I just froze and repeated myself.

He looked across the table and asked, “Have you lost your mind?”

Well, the build up of keeping this to myself for all those weeks just burst forth. I began to weep, “Yes, maybe I have, but I’m going to do it anyway! I’d like you to be with me, if you would.”

For two or three days he tried to play the tough role, but finally he said,

“Well, I can’t let you go off to do this by yourself, you wouldn’t know what to do. So, after reconsidering I’ll go with you.”

I was ever so happy to hear those words and besides, it was something that we had never done before.

All in all, it was a wonderful-exciting experience, which led to the Georgia pageant of The Beauties of America in June of that year. When they announced me as the winner, I do believe I noticed my husband’s head and chest swell up twice its size! And, he’s been proud ever since.

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