Woman of Constant sorrow
This is my great aunt Annie when she was a teenager. The way she is holding those flowers it looks as if she has just been jilted. You heard in the movie Oh Brother, Where Art Thou the song “I’m a Man of Constant Sorrow”? Well, Annie was a woman of constant sorrow.
Her husband was a hard drinking alcoholic. Her only son was killed in WWII and her only daughter was a victim of polio causing her body to be all bent or warped all her life.
However, her son did marry before he went off to war and they had a son. I remember he was born in February 29, 1944, Leap Year. My father use to kid him about his age, like when he was 8, Daddy would jokingly tell him he was really only 2, because that is how many actual birthdays he had.
His mother remarried an heir to large food corporation. The last time he came to Marietta, to buried his grandmother Annie he was living in San Francisco. He didn’t remember me, although we played together almost daily for about 3 or 4 years.
Which brings up another point about humans. It seems people with newly acquired wealth have a tendency to forget from which they came.