Emotional Mayhem

This is another special photograph belonging to me that somehow managed to survive moisture, curious children, decluttering, and decades of time. It seems almost miraculous to me now when I gaze at this photo of a grandmother I never met. She appears quite elegant and poised at the well. Could she ever have imagined it would one day fall into a future granddaughter's hands? I have no idea if this well where she stands was her own or belonged to someone else. She appears to be a bit dressed up with her pumps and skirt. Over the years I have wondered what was going on that day when she went to this well. Who was with her? Why did someone decide a photo should be taken of this trip to get water? Was there a celebration taking place and more water was required? This grandmother in the photo died when I was a baby. My Mama once told me that Callie (my paternal grandmother's name) called me Apple Cheeks, because of the rosy color of my cheeks. When I gaze at this photo, I marvel with