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Aunt Nancy.
Not my Aunt Nancy.
But, somebody's Aunt Nancy...
...at least that is the name written on the back of each of these photos.
Aunt Nancy at 11 years old, 13 years, 18 years and well...as an adult
(they're not telling).
I found Nancy's pictures in a tattered and torn old photo album retrieved from the free box at the thrift store. Most of the pages were missing as was the cover.
These little portraits were tucked in the back.
I wonder about Nancy and about her life.
This is the closest I could come to some information about Aunt Nancy.
Cousin Nancy by T. S. Eliot
MISS NANCY ELLICOTT
Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them—
The barren New England hills—
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.
Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.
OK then,
In other news...
Friday I will be sharing over at Kim Klassen's The Inspiration Studio.
There is always something going on...
...something new to get excited about over there!
I hope you have fun plans for the Labor Day weekend!
Take care,
Laura :)
Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them—
The barren New England hills—
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.
Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.
OK then,
In other news...
Friday I will be sharing over at Kim Klassen's The Inspiration Studio.
There is always something going on...
...something new to get excited about over there!
I hope you have fun plans for the Labor Day weekend!
Take care,
Laura :)
