For some time now the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead. It happens when I speak to people. In the middle of a sentence it will come over me: yes, beyond a doubt this is death. There is little to do but groan and make an excuse and slip away as quickly as one can.
— Walker Percy
In 1916, the birth year of Walker Percy, one of the greatest New Orleans novelists, my great-grandmother Kate Davidson Settoon sat for her portrait at Hannafin Studio at 829 Canal St., New Orleans. By sheer coincidence, both are now dead, and so, no doubt, is the photographer.
—TRH
The photographer dead too? That would be a coincidence indeed!
She looks so much like Jo–at first I thought this was Jo–though I suppose Jo was prettier.
To me she doesn’t look like (her daughter, my grandmother) Jo very much at all. Jo WAS prettier, at least when she was young.
I’m not sure I think it’s a coincidence that two people who were adults and one person who was a baby in 1916 are all now dead. I think that would typically be called a normal occurrence. My Granny was born in Hanover Va in 1916 and she would now be 94. She and Walker Percy would be quite unusual.
Your GGMa is beautiful, btw. Do I detect Jax’s eyes?
Should I admit to having intended a bit of irony?