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"There is a part of the world that remains locked away from the world around it. I think Emily Spence, the old woman in this painting, shows the dark side of Appalachia that few of us will ever see." Paul Murray..........................SOLD OUT Selling Range;$2,600 – $3,200Call for availability! 1-800-567-3220

There sat Aunt Emily (103) by the window in her favorite chair, like a queen on her throne... her royal cape over her shoulders.. the delicate light of dawn dancing over her face. "...her all knowing glimmer ...the secrets she holds...her forever majesty!" We felt as though we were in the presence of a queen; when she spoke her stories spilled out like music in a song. She told us of days long past. Still, we were awed by the...

There sat Aunt Emily (103) by the window in her favorite chair, like a queen on her throne... her royal cape over her shoulders.. the delicate light of dawn dancing over her face. "...her all knowing glimmer ...the secrets she holds...her forever majesty!" We felt as though we were in the presence of a queen; when she spoke her stories spilled out like music in a song. She told us of days long past. Still, we were awed by the strength of her presence. After a while, we said good-bye unknowingly for the last time. Emily died short while later. Another legend lost." PM

"Aunt Emily had never been more than 6 miles from home. The same as her mother and mother's mother; imagine the pure history we are talking to when we visit her."................................SOLD OUT Call for availability! 1-800-567-3220 Selling Range: $3,850 – $4,600

There sat Aunt Emily by the window in her favorite chair, like a queen on her throne… her royal cape over her shoulders.. the delicate light of dawn dancing over her face. “…her all knowing glimmer …the secrets she holds …her forever majesty!” We felt as though we were in the presence of a queen; when she spoke her stories spilled out like music in a song. She told us of days long past. Still, we were awed by the...

There sat Aunt Emily by the window in her favorite chair, like a queen on her throne… her royal cape over her shoulders.. the delicate light of dawn dancing over her face. “…her all knowing glimmer …the secrets she holds …her forever majesty!” We felt as though we were in the presence of a queen; when she spoke her stories spilled out like music in a song. She told us of days long past. Still, we were awed by the strength of her presence. After a while, we said good-bye unknowingly for the last time. Emily died a short while later. Another legend lost.” PM

There sat Aunt Emily (103) by the window in her favorite chair, like a queen on her throne... her royal cape over her shoulders.. the delicate light of dawn dancing over her face. "...her all knowing glimmer ...the secrets she holds...her forever majesty!" We felt as though we were in the presence of a queen; when she spoke her stories spilled out like music in a song. She told us of days long past. Still, we were awed by...

There sat Aunt Emily (103) by the window in her favorite chair, like a queen on her throne... her royal cape over her shoulders.. the delicate light of dawn dancing over her face. "...her all knowing glimmer ...the secrets she holds...her forever majesty!" We felt as though we were in the presence of a queen; when she spoke her stories spilled out like music in a song. She told us of days long past. Still, we were awed by the strength of her presence. After a while, we said good-bye unknowingly for the last time. Emily died short while later. Another legend lost." PM