The celebration was not to be. The date can now be filled in on that headstone since it has been waiting at least since her brother had died. Minnie wasn’t ready. She had life to live and joy to bring into the lives of others. I was one of those “others.”
I had been doing my research long distance, letter writing and yearly trips to the East Coast to visit Archives and Historical Societies in Pennsylvania. This was the way I operated before information was readily available on the internet. I would copy all the information that was applicable to my family lines and then study and digest it when I got home. The next step was writing letters, following up on any lead I could find.
That’s where I met Minnie. She was the “common denominator” in many obituaries, so a letter was sent with an answer received ~ but not from Minnie. She had passed it on to her nephew’s daughter who was putting the family line together. I’m skipping over a lot of detail, but suffice it to say we all met, and then met again and again. We went to Minnie’s place and heard her play her organ and sing her favorite hymns. By this time we had moved to Pennsylvania. We listened to stories (including one about my great-great grandfather) and she gave me several pictures of family including one of him, as well.
These two pictures were taken the first time we all met. That’s Minnie between Julene on the right and me on the left. Minnie spent her final few years in a Senior Care Facility as the quality of her life slowly deteriorated.
As certain as I am that she never forgot her favorite hymns is as certain as I am that we will never forget Minnie!
Rest in Peace, Minnie Esther Carvell. You were truly Unforgettable!