Summer Picnic


It was a hot late summer day. We went on a picnic to Euharlee Creek. We celebrated Billy's birthday with a little cake in addition to the fried chicken and other delights we had to eat.

It was also a celebration of Ethel's second year of her first teaching job, at Hamlet School. Her studies at Powder Springs qualified her for a Teacher's Certificate. She's a born teacher, such a tiny girl instructing those big boys and keeping them quiet and attentive while she spends time with the youngest children studying their primers.

Daddy and Billy

This was the first outing we'd had with the whole family since Mama died. Mama just died of a broken heart, in every sense of the word. Her heart was broken with the death of Blanche, and it was already weakened by disease. The horror of Blanche's death was the worst thing we'd ever experienced.

We girls who are left have to support one another. It makes me so sad to look at this picture of the three of us in Blanche's absence.

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