Great-Aunt Ruby Jorns.
There was a little flurry of interest in that post, including emails from a man who, when he was a child, was fostered by Ruby for a time, as well as an inquiry from The Mount Horeb Historical Society.
Her husband Byron (who I never met) was an artist of local renown. His work appears from time to time on various art auction sites, which is where I found this sketch of a charming young woman combing her hair, while a cat looks on.
I assume that the model was not my great-aunt Ruby, who would have been 49 at the time.
I’ll let you imagine the back-story.