l walked into my gallery on Saturday to find two women looking at a framed photograph of my work. Since, I did not want to interrupt them I just stood there quietly. One said, "Well, I don't know who she is?" "Why does she have a double name?" "I wonder if she is the daughter of the Senator?" "I don't know about that? I just don't know who she is."
Thinking it be would a good time to answer their questions, I stepped forward and introduced myself. Both looked at me with this "So what" expression on their faces. Knowing I had gone too far to turn and run, I added, "the photographer. This is my work. And, my double name comes from my paternal Scottish great grandmother." "Are you kin to the Senator?" "No, I'm not, but my husband is distantly." "See I told you," one said to the other. Then she turned to me, "I am kin to the Senator. His wife's my second cousin." (I had to think about that one. Even in the south, that's a stretch.)
The other lady picked up a box of my note cards. As she turned them over she commented, "I've been there." "Evelyn, if we are going to meet the girls for lunch, we need to get going." With that, they started to walk off. "I hope you have a good day," I said trying to be polite. One of ladies turned around, "Oh, and I like your work. You have talent." "Thank you."
A friend of mine, who had overheard part of the exchange walked up. "What was that all about?" "I'm not sure, but my lineage is questionable, I wasn't invited to lunch, and was complimented by faint praise." "In other words, they have no life." "That was my take on it."