Mary Ellen Courtney - Hannah Spring 02 - Spring Moon - Plot & Excerpts
I pulled up the street in an old residential neighborhood in Altadena and stopped at the cemetery office. It was locked up, so I took a plot map from the holder by the front door. Her grave was all the way in the back, in an old family plot in the original area from the late 1800s. She was buried alone. Her husbands were buried where they’d dropped. I’d loved my grandmother. She lived to ninety-eight. Like my mom, she’d had to start over with young children. She’d come from wealth and even went to college. Her first husband died young, leaving her to chafe at the trappings of widowhood in their tight-bodice society. She used money inherited from her father to buy a coalmine in a remote North Dakota town. My grandfather owned the only store. Like most eligible men on the frontier, what he lacked in formal education he made up for with native intelligence, reading, and rolled-up shirtsleeves. I always asked them how they met. She said he wooed her with sugar and salt. He said he wooed the widow with sugary words and salty shenanigans.
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