Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile of so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a redneck sort of place, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
I never write about living people except with their express permission, but since these folks are long gone, they are fair game. They were actually very nice folks, but had some huge quirks, as most folks in my little town did.
Francis Worthen is one of those people. I did not know her as well as I did many of the others in town, but well enough to write about her. My memories of her are sort of skewed, as you will see as you read the piece.