At Midnight I Criedby Frances Herring Shipman
The sting of the Great Depression had hit with a blow so severe that many people were sick and desperate... some even died. Mama had tuberculosis and she was one of those people. Her untimely death came. Later, Daddy met and married a much younger woman from North Carolina. She stepped into our lives with a force so destructive it made the Depression seem dull and not out of the ordinary. We had Aunt Lucy, a short black woman with skin the color of midnight. Her large black eyes twinkled like the Evening Star. We children loved her with a love that only Elizabeth Barrett Browning penned. This is my story.
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I am glad to say that last weekend I had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Shipman during a book signing in North Carolina. Not only is she a lovely individual, she is also an inspiration to many of us for the courage she has portrayed in sharing some of her darkest moments as a troubled youth during the Great Depression. Although our conversation was short-lived, I can honestly say that I am glad to have met Ms. Shipman, and to know that she has risen above and beyond what fate initially had in store for her.