My great grandmother invited Susan B. Anthony to her 12th birthday party in 1905.
Sadly Ms. Anthony was too busy to attend. She did, however, promise to have someone at headquarters send her a new photo of herself. I’m guessing that to Ruth’s twelve-year-old self she was as cool as Ariana Grande is to my friend’s twelve-year-old girls. My twelve-year-old self had Stevie Nicks… but that’s another story for another day.
Turns out, the parcel with the new photo did not arrive in a timely fashion, and young Ruth sent a letter of complaint. Ms. Anthony wrote her a short letter to explain what had happened…
I see that Ms. Anthony did not have in her school the vertical writing. This letter is not plainly read.
I’m not sure if she ever did get her picture… but if not, it was not for lack of trying.
Happy 19th Amendment Day!