I love this portrait from the past. I see traces of the little girl with whom I am so intrigued. Perhaps this is she, all grown up.
My sister Clytie and I are in the process of scanning and preserving the many cards and letters my Grandmother left behind.
I want to share an excerpt from a letter to Grammie from her older sister Tilly. I laughed and laughed over her words. Perhaps we are more alike than I know--except for the saintly sick part. (grin) I remember Great Aunt Tilly. She was always full of the dickens. She died at 105 years of age.
Aunt Tilly is very young when she writes of her participation in the suffragette demonstrations for women's rights in the early 1900's:
"Have you been to the Walkathon? I finally weakened and went last Saturday! I had been holding out for over a month. Albert has wanted to go all the time. Of course, I think a contest of that nature is wrong and it is wrong for anyone to contribute to the support of it.
But I get tired of being good all the time and just have to do something wicked every so often. It seems like something dries up inside of me when I am just righteous and good all the time. I just have to bust loose and do something "bad" once in awhile. Then I feel better and can settle down and be real saintly and sick looking again for quite a spell."
As an older lady, she was quite acrid. This wonderful note made me like her a lot--I wish I could have known her when she was young.