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The Monday Morning Memo

I wish I could visit with my Great-Aunt Beatrice.
I would say to her, ‘Details. I need details!’

Beatrice and her 11 siblings, mother Mary and father William lived in Paoli, OK. 

A new doctor, George Blackwell, moved to town.
George was handsome, charming and well spoken.

All the ladies in town vied for his attention. 
The competition was fierce.
Beatrice was the ‘winner’.

George (33) proposed to Beatrice (17) and she accepted.
They were soon married.
George took Beatrice to Mexico for the honeymoon.

When in Mexico, Beatrice overheard a conversation George had with some men.
George had just sold Beatrice into white slavery!
Beatrice locked the door.

Beatrice’s father, William, was a Mason.
He had taught his children to find a Mason if they were ever in trouble.
Beatrice was definitely in trouble.

Beatrice couldn’t leave the hotel room.
She could hear men talking outside her door; waiting.

Beatrice sat by the window and watched people as they went by.
She was watching for a Mason.

In time, a Mason walked by.
Beatrice got his attention.
She told him what had happened.

Not only did the Mason rescue her from the hotel, he accompanied her all the way home to Paoli, OK.

As a side note:
I have no idea how Beatrice recognized the Mason. 
This is a detail I would ask her.

Beatrice later married Jim Sanders and lived in Fort Worth, TX.
Sadly, Jim died from pneumonia shortly after they were married.

Beatrice moved to San Antonio, TX, to be near her sister, Callie.
She met Perry Stowe there and married him in 1921.

My brother, Ted, our family tree guru, located Beatrice in San Antonio and went to visit her.

Unfortunately, Beatrice was in the hospital and not allowed visitors.
Ted visited with Beatrice’s daughter Faye, instead.

Ted told Faye about her mother’s first marriage and the honeymoon to Mexico.
It was all news to Faye.
Beatrice’s own daughter had never been told about this.

Great-Aunt Beatrice died while in the hospital.
Ted never got to talk with her.
My brother said he would not have asked her about her family secret.

But me?
Oh yes, I would.
‘I need details, Great-Aunt Beatrice, details!’

– Sue Williams

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“This Lady, of plaster and wood and paint, is one of the strong ecological factors of the town of Loreto, and not to know her and her strength is to fail to know Loreto. One could not ignore a granite monolith in the path of the waves. Such a rock, breaking the rushing waters, would have an effect on animal distribution radiating in circles like a dropped stone in a pool. So has this plaster Lady a powerful effect on the deep black water of the human spirit. She may disappear and her name be lost, as the Magna Mater, as Isis, have disappeared. But something very like her will take her place, and the longings which created her will find somewhere in the world a similar altar on which to pour their force. No matter what her name is, Artemis, or Venus, or the girl behind a Woolworth counter vaguely remembered, she is as eternal as our species, and we will continue to manufacture her as long as we survive.”

- John Steinbeck, Sea of Cortez, p. 175 - 176, (1941)

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