May 23/1898 5:45am, just before the sun rose above the eastern horizon that was the home to Anne’s family, Tecumseh, Anne herself rose, disgruntled and sticky from the night’s humid air. It was all too known that Windsor only had two seasons; summer and winter. Residents of this newly appointed city may receive the occasional treat or tease, whichever one prefers, by enjoying a lovely day of spring or fall temperatures coupled with the breathtaking sights and smells of either season. All that; however, did not bother Anne this early morning. Rising an hour earlier than she was used to for the plain purpose of folding paper flowers in…