"...the effects of [her] life were noble, though they were not widely visible...the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive; for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and things that are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs." George Eliot (Middlemarch)
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| Selling the golden leaf in Williamsburg County, South Carolina |
"Grandmither, think not I forget, when I come back to town,
An' wander the old ways again, an' tread them up and down.
I never smell the clover bloom, nor see the swallows pass,
Without I mind how good ye were unto a little lass."
Grandmither, Think Not I Forget, Willa Cather
Photo from The News and Courier (Charleston) August 4, 1948
For my grandmother
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