I TOOK MY LATE HUSBAND’S CAMERA TO BE DEVELOPED — THE PHOTOGRAPHER WARNED ME, “GO SOMEWHERE SAFE.”
I took my late husband’s camera to be developed.
The photographer, a family friend, stopped me and said, “Don’t show these photos to anyone else.” Curious, I asked why. He handed me a sealed envelope.
“Look at the last photo he took.”
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The camera sat on my kitchen table for 3 months before I found the courage to touch it.
My name is Maxine Ashford and I’m 64 years old. I’ve lived in this sprawling farmhouse in rural Pennsylvania for 42 years, ever since Daniel brought me here as a young bride.
The house sits on 12 acres of land that his grandfather cleared with his own hands, surrounded by woods that turn copper and gold every October.
