Soloman Butcher s Photograph
THE PHOTOGRAPH ‘Oh, my Gawd, no!’ ‘Josiah, I’d prefer it if you didn’t use such language.’ ‘But Maw, I don’t like havin’ my photograph took.’ ‘How do you know? You’ve never had it done before,’ Miriam Davis said, with as much patience as she could muster. ‘Why do we have to have our picture took?’ Willie asked, in the slightly sulky tone his mother hated. ‘Mr. Butcher is reckoning on making a pioneer history, and Pa figures that as we’re part of that history, we should be in it.’ ‘But,...