We Keller Women
Somewhere along in the 1960's, my grandmother Anna Keller bought a shinny new white Chevy Impala with red leather interior. She saw it on the car lot and bought it right then and there. The thing was, she had never driven a car. It had just gotten to the point in her long independent feisty life that she wanted her own transport. She enlisted help from a neighbor to teach her the basics and a few days later showed up at our house that was 100 miles to the west. This was not the first time Anna had surprised us with her strength as a single mom. She had raised her 12 brothers and sisters and my dad with firm ear pulling and fine example. Last year at the start of my own Oyster Aquaculture operation, husband Jack informed me his boat was NOT a working boat and would not be available to me for oystering nor would he be dedicating his time to serve as captain. I scrolled through Craigslist and other boat classified ads each night until a 19foot Carolina Skiff caught my e