Black & White contact-print of a 120/620 6-by-9-shot showing a tiny, toothless old lady dressed in a plaid overshirt & a dark wool skirt tucked into her workboots in such a way it looks more like slacks. She's holding a little poodle-dog (almost as toothless as she) under her left arm, & keeping a much-larger-hunting-dog to-heel by the collar with her right hand, as she smiles at the photographer. Behind her are 2 fencerows of rough-hewn, hand-hammered-posts (one immediately behind her; the other in front of a farm house across the dirt road) on a northern Indiana dirt road.
Loose-leaf-sheet detailing "Story from Bernice [my great-grandma]--recounted June 1, 1996 //G-ma Ledger, farm house in Mich. City,* had a little dog, no gun. One day, two hunters came through her field. She grabbed her best weapon, a silver-handled knife, grabbed her dog under her arm, went out & told hunters 'You'd better turn around & go thru those woods or I'll have to rip you up.' And those hunters turned around & went thru the woods. [At this point, Bernice started cackle-laughing, at recalling] 'Here was this little old woman, standing there, who probably couldn't run if she had to [and yet those men listened & stayed off her land].' *-[farm was] across from old school."
A bit late for #ThingThursday, but here's a snapshot I found among my Great-Grandma's souvenirs--of HER Great-Grandma, ca. 1926 (when she'd've been right around 80). 70 yrs later, my g-gma shared a story about her, that I had the presence of mind to jot-down (which I just rediscovered) #SaveYourLore