Where Have the “Vieilles Filles” Gone?

by Kathy Comstock

Remembering women of another age.

Years ago across France one could set a watch according to the ‘vieille fille’. Dressed in black and with laced shoes supporting a stocky or painfully thin frame, she would secure her front door lock, look right then left, and head off. One withering fist hugging her shawl