This is Meady’s sister, Ethel. The photo is not dated so I guessed somewhere around 1910, although she would have been 18 years old in 1908..so that might be a more accurate date.
I knew nothing about Ethel a few weeks ago. All these photos were packed away with Far Guys Mothers stuff. In a huge envelope marked…my family. It has been an adventure. Luckily most of the photos are marked with names..but not dates.
I needed to know more about this woman with the incredibly tiny waist. I knew who she married, and that she had three children. Somehow this did not seem like enough. I needed a story or two.
A cousin said "It was the darndest thing, even after she had children, her waist was still small, she was just a tiny little thing."
Uncle Willard, who had a "spell" last Saturday can recall many old stories, he is 92 and doesn’t hear well. He enjoyed the photographs, he looked at them through his magnifying glass, I wrote as he talked.
Ethel, well she was a real fireball. Do you remember her son Hugh Robinson? He never knew enough to stay out of trouble. She had a dish towel all rolled up, she would wet it and let it dry, she used it just like a club when Hugh would come through her kitchen up to no good. Their screen door was like a bear-trap with two springs on it, that’s the sound you heard..the screen door slamming shut behind Hugh running out of the kitchen. She was a tiny little woman, but she had a short fuse.
We took Alaska Guy ( Far Guy’s cousin) there once for supper when he was little, he was afraid of her, as Ethel was serving the food, he whined about something..Ethel just said, " That’s what you get, if you like it or not."
We have to go back with more photos soon… they live in a retirement community..and have a little white spoiled dog, the smell of fresh bread permeates their apartment. Far Guy hinted to his Aunt "You still baking bread? " She replied "Yes, your uncle won’t eat any other kind of bread." No, she didn’t hand out any freshly baked bread, but I got a couple of stories to go with an old photo