In July, the great flood of 1951 spread over the valleys of the Neosho, the Marias des Cygnes, the Kaw and the Missouri rivers. Nothing was sacred to the boiling waters, leaving only silt and wreckage in its wake. It filled the people with despair and discontent. In Clyde, it left not only these emotions, but also a desperate need for help. He found it in a whiskey bottle...
Excerpt from Signs Along The Way
We had only ten days without rain in the entire month of May, and people are getting a little testy. Critters too - the dogs actually want to go out in the pen, and the chickens are literally cooped-up! I can pop a D vitamin to make me feel a little sunnier, but that doesn't change the depressing atmosphere. But we hear that relief is right around the corner, so we will keep on keeping on...
Grandma Layton suffered from bouts of depression for much of her life - deep despair that could not be brightened by a sunny day or a vitamin dose. Thirteen electroshock treatments didn't work, neither did drug therapy or a divorce from her alcoholic husband.
Signs Along the Way, a biography/memoir about Elizabeth "Grandma" Layton, tells of her journey from discontent to joy. Maybe it will encourage others as well. Carla
P.S. The sun just came out!
If an inquisitive somebody were to demand a DNA analysis be done on the 3 sisters, he may not be surprised to find those twisted strands are coated with a healthy dose of printer's ink, given our pedigree and the many literary contributions from our maternal ancestors: