Back in Montgomery, the hubby and I cleaned out houses after people died, moved, or were evicted. One of the many cool treasures I found was this charcoal image of a beautiful black woman. The owner of the house was almost 100 when he died. He wasn't a real artist, but he did dabble in drawings. I always wonder who this lady was to him. What was her story?
I asked the family if they wanted this portrait, and the daughters...each one of them fine, Southern ladies (who were pushing if not smushing 70) said an emphatic "NO!"
Makes me wonder even more... was she a lover, a friend, an enemy, or all of the above?
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