This is Maw Jones, Vol Fan's great-grandmother. I loved this photo the instant I laid eyes on it.
The vast ocean behind her mirroring the vast number of things experienced by her hands, the vast amount of wisdom shown by the lines on her face.
Something about the expression on her face causes me to wonder...What was she thinking? Reflecting on all the wonderful things in her life? Reflecting on all the 'if onlys' of her life?
I have always waxed poetic about it, every time I look at it.
Vol Fan, on the other hand, doesn't see that at all. All he sees is the woman that had the best aim in the world.
But mainly, Vol Fan remembers her aim for the spittoon. You see, Maw Jones liked to dip a little snuff. According to Vol Fan, she would place two fingers on either side of her mouth to pull her lips taut and spit between those fingers. She could hit the spittoon by the front door while sitting in her favorite chair across the room. Without getting one drop on the floor!
That's pretty impressive stuff! Gross but impressive:)