Well, the luck of the Irish is certainly with Ociee and me on this, the day before the March 17th holiday. I just got word from Brian Aubitz at FuzionPrint that my books are flying south, and, best of all, he says they look TERRIFIC.
The shipment includes 1000 postcards which feature my grandmother's photograph . . . or the primary reason I wanted to write the last book. YES, friends, I wrote an entire novel so we could put the real Ociee Nash on the cover.
A word of warning, however, if you think she appears to be somewhat somber in the portrait, that's because posing with a serious expression on one's face was the custom in the late 1800's. For readers of the series, perhaps you will remember Ociee's lament that her mother's portrait wasn't smiling either. Like mother, like daughter, so they say.
As information, especially for history buffs, the photographic artist was J.E. France, whose studio was in Water Valley, Mississippi.
When I first came upon Ociee's long lost portrait, her image was so badly faded, it was only barely visible. Even so, my friends at Wolf Camera were able to bring her back to life! The first time I saw the enhanced image, I was struck by how similar my grandmother and my mother looked as little girls.
Maybe I should go outside and sit on the front porch, just in case the postman comes early tomorrow! MMP
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I grew up in an era when sitting on the front porch was one of the joys of living. Neighbors would wander by and engage the sitters in pleasantries. It was a microcosm of the present day Internet, but much more personal.
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