Every time Grandma and I walked past the abandoned house with the gigantic grass shaped cross, she would tell the sad story of Sarah Ann Johnston. I indulged her. She was getting up there and forgot that she had told me the story many times before. I just listened as she talked about the downfall of the reputed most Christian woman who ever lived in Green Bay County.
“We warned her not marry him,” Grandma said, shaking her head. “but she wouldn’t listen. We told her that she shouldn’t be unequally yoked with a man who didn’t have a religious bone in him but she foolishly believed that she could reform him.
“Everyone in the county except me went to the wedding. I’m no hypocrite. I wasn’t going stand up there and pretend like I approved. Sarah Ann was mad at me, of course, but I had to be true to myself.”
“It wasn’t long before things got bad between them. She caught him red-handed with another woman and shot them dead. Now she’s in jail. Foolish woman, she should have listened.”
Poor Sarah Anne Johnston. Her blind and foolish love led to her ruin.