I got to know my great aunt in her late eighties. She was a leathery-faced, large lump of an old woman. She outlived two husbands and divorced one. She prospected for gold in Nome when she was young, and lived across from a mortuary when I got to know her--for convenience she'd say. During one visit, we started to discuss photography. She grunted and pushed herself out of her overstuffed chair and disappeared into her closet. She returned with a large, framed, black & white photo of a beautiful, young nude woman on the edge of a dark forest. The pose was "impish" and the shot was very well done. I immediately thought it was one of Imogene Cunningham's. I asked, "Where'd you get this...who's the photographer." She plopped down next to me on the sofa, leaned into me and patted me on the thigh. She said, "I don't tell many people this, but my first husband took that photo, and that's me standing there." I swear the room started to spin.
That night, I called my mother and told her about the visit. When I started to tell her about the secret photo, she interrupted and said, "I suppose she said she never tells anyone. She'd show the postman if he'd stay on the porch long enough."
I think everyone should have a nude of themselves in their closet. To remind yourself of who you were (are inside).....and for the entertainment value of shocking your grand nephews.
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