Oh, Mary Martha, Where are You?

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..........Who are you Mary Martha Rayburn. You were slain by typhoid fever. You left behind a toddler and an infant. You were forgotten and unknown to most of your children and grandchildren. Your place as mother and grandmother was taken by another. Finally, in the musty courthouse records, you were found, but not by your children.

............What did your earthly face look like? Were you slim? Were you chubby? Were you pretty or a little homely? Did you laugh? What agony did you suffer as you left this short life? Were you tired already? What did marriage bring to you? I do not even know what bit of earth your bones lie in if they have not returned to dust. Was my great grandmother Sarah old enough to know to miss you? Surely she would have been. Did you look down in pain as they wiped your memory away?

...........I can't tell of the deeds that you did here. The only thing that I can say is