My great-grandmother was a red-headed spitfire whose marriage didn't last at a time when women didn't typically get a divorce. But my great-grandmother did.
I suppose after years of not getting along with her husband, to the point of having child number 5 sleep between them so her husband couldn't try for child number 6, it was probably a good choice to get a divorce.
Back then, there was no Photoshop to get rid of the ex, but I'm sure it was more cathartic anyway for her to edit her photos by ripping them in half.
I sure wish I could have met her.
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