#eviemaxwell

there are so many stories about Evie. she contracted polio when she was age 7. her father drove her in horse and wagon 18 mile round trip to Bethany twice a week (I believe) for therapy and care, but she never walked again. the neighborhood took up a conscription to buy her a wheelchair. she was 'mother' to the younger children, could make beds with a broomstick, and many other helpful things. she was cheerful and just carried on. when Grandma Grace had Aunt Chardy, Aunt Kay, and my mom, Evie was there to help. she gave the girls rides on her wheelchair. She passed away at my Grandparents house.

I love the backgrounds of these old pictures. tells you so much about daily life. it's obviously Christmas, see the tiny tree? the wallpaper. the linoleum. the corner curio cabinet. stuff stacked on that lower shelf. is that a stove on the edge of picture? I wish I knew where she was. whose house? what town? what is the picture on the wall? a picture tells a thousand words, but not necessarily the words you want. she was a beautiful woman. Is this the same chair that was in Grandma's basement?