Today on my way to get a bunny (but that's another story) I passed by Nancy Ruth's house and saw her sitting on the porch mending a cushion for her lounge chair. I stopped to make her picture. She is 95 years old. She is full of stories and the only person I know who actually saw Theodosia. Nancy Ruth was a young child when Theodosia died but she remembers going to her house. She called her Aunt Dosia.
The mending scene on the porch stopped me in my tracks. At first she didn't see me so I was able to watch her briefly. She was bent over her mending, intent on her work. I made one picture before she looked up and then another one of her face. I can't decide which one I like the best.
We talked for a bit, she said she could hardly see to sew anymore but she was trying to patch the cushion and sometimes mended other things. She used to sew a lot, she said. But not so much anymore.
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