Ah...Mrs. White! - Not only was she the toughest statue I've ever attempted to photograph - and I'm not done with her yet - but she reminds me of my 8th grade teacher back in St. Luke's Grammar School in Whitestone, New York. Her name was Sister Rose Eileen. Sister Rose was a stern and uncompromising toughy. She liked me though, and I was the better for it. Half way through the year she disappeared. We then heard that her nephew was killed in a most unfortunate, and tragic, accident in a train station in NYC. He was about our age, if I remember well. Anyway, he was young.
She did return one day though. Not the same, to be sure, and my heart went out to her. Her once austere manner now meek as the humblest street urchin. And then there was that constant soul searching, vacant look on her face. The question I knew even then, "Why God?"
Mrs. White was taken @ Oak Hill Cemetery, Newburyport, Ma. "Mrs. White, just so you know, I will be back with a bigger ladder:)"
She did return one day though. Not the same, to be sure, and my heart went out to her. Her once austere manner now meek as the humblest street urchin. And then there was that constant soul searching, vacant look on her face. The question I knew even then, "Why God?"
Mrs. White was taken @ Oak Hill Cemetery, Newburyport, Ma. "Mrs. White, just so you know, I will be back with a bigger ladder:)"

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