30 Thursday, September 16, 1897 Syracuse, New York Fanny wiped her hands on an old towel and leaned back on her haunches. She’d spent the morning planting tulip bulbs that would add early color to Mrs. Morrison’s flower garden come spring. In spite of all the changes forced upon her, Fanny was thankful for the kindness of Mr. and Mrs. Morrison and for this flower garden. Mrs. Morrison had given her free rein to garden in both the front yard and the back. Working in the dirt provided a connection