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(Continued from Page 5) charged at the local department store and enough cash to pay a dress-maker to finish one “tea gown.” With the proceeds from the sale, she cleared the charge bill, bought more material and paid the seamstress to sew three more dresses. Dress by dress, gown by gown, she expanded until she established a fashionable shop and loyal clientele, earning enough from the business to support her family and see her children through school.
She took another giant step when, alter the death of her mother, she settled in the relative wilds of Rappahannock County to reclaim the family farm from the brambles and weeds and turned Wakefield Manor into a model agricultural operation.
It required bravery of another sort to perservere in the face of blindness. She refused to let the disability push her into idleness. Already an award winning needlepoint artist, she traded needle and thread for acrylic and then, as her eyesight continued to fade, watercolors.
Unable to drive a car, she still motors around the Huntly farm in her electric golf cart, depending on passengers to watch for fallen tree limbs or rocks bared by the spring rains. “I know where all the big things are," she assures nervous riders. “You just watch out for the little things.” She remembers the location of every shrub, every dip and rut in the fields, every fence, especially on the well worn path between her cottage and the pond. It’s a route she takes often. She first dares the chilly waters in March and swims, regularly through the fall. “I took my last dip of this season on November 1,” she reported. “It’s the only thing I still do that I can brag about,” Mrs. Lucas added, chuckling. “Around here, I’m
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