|Frieda Louise Hamler (1921)|
Groveport Cemetery, Franklin Co., OH
We all feel sadness when we think about the death of a child, but what makes me even more sad is the thought that these children are no one’s ancestors. No one’s great grandfather, no one’s great grandmother. Is anyone looking for them?
I don’t know, but I will look for them and honor them with my little blog–every Wednesday.
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go.
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
|Aunt Mildred (b. 1914, d. 1915)|