A figure from childhood memory

From workshop writing prompt, and a true story.

My memory is vivid after more than 65 years. A large woman, dark hair piled in braids on the top of her head. She’s wearing a dress. I can’t remember the colour or pattern only that it strained tight across her broad bosom, and pale. Yes, I think it was pale. She’s sitting stiffly in a wooden chair against a wall. There are people – vague, washed out figures – either side of her. Her hands rest on her big knees and she stares into the room, unsm...