When I saw what the prompt was for week two, I had a small panic attack. “How in the world am I going to choose a favorite photo?”
Now, normally that might not be a big deal, but having recently added several thousand photos to my collection….. well, you get the problem.
Fortunately, a cousin made this decision fairly easy for me. Recently I received a message asking if I knew who was in a picture she’d come across while scanning lots of family photos to share. I hate to say that I forgot to answer her, but I did. We were out of town, and when we got home, one thing and another came up. Two weeks later, she reminded me about the picture, and I determined to stop right then and figure this out. I knew the woman looked familiar, but I had never seen this particular photo.
After asking some questions about where she found the photo and if there was anything on the back, the light came on. I immediately pulled up a picture along with the one she was inquiring about and started doing semi-transparent overlays. Perfect match.
Sarah Jane Carroll, my
maternal great-great-grandmother, was born in 1844 in Scott
County, Arkansas to Nancy Boultinghouse and Daniel Carroll, she was
the oldest of their four children. When Sarah Jane was only
six, her daddy was murdered in Scott County. She, her momma, and
siblings, moved to Williamson County, Texas, following her
grandfather and other family members. At the early age of 16,
Sarah Jane married Ebenezer Smith and they had 17 children
including three sets of twins and a set of quadruplets. It should
come as no surprise that she passed away at the age of 41 when her
youngest daughter, Louise, was only two.
For over 55 years, I’ve known her face, I always thought that she had such a serene look about her. Her portrait and that of her husband, Eb, hung in my grandmother’s home until they were passed to me. It was such a pleasant surprise to find that 50 years after her death, we could finally see her face as she looked shortly before she died.
I had often wondered if after giving birth to 17 children and burying seven of them, she would look old beyond her years, somehow haggard. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the serenity of her youth was still present in her eyes. #52ancestors