By Emilie M. Townes.
We thought we had left Philadelphia to arrive in Richmond in the late morning on July 28. Laurel and I had been talking and texting with Katie to make sure it would be okay to stop by to see her for a brief time on our way back to Nashville. She assured us that she was strong enough to see us no matter where she was—hospital or home. We did not know that the Philadelphia-Richmond corridor is more like a parking lot most of the time, and so we did not get to Richmond until late afternoon. I’d kept in touch with Kate to make sure that she knew we were on our way and still coming no matter what the hour.
Want to read more? Click here for full (free) access to Townes’s reflection at JSTOR: https://www.jstor.org/stable/10.2979/jfemistudreli.35.1.22.
Next to Ellen M. Umansky’s “Katie Cannon, Contemporary Prophet“
Back to “Remembering Katie G. Cannon“