On Friday, April 21, as our housekeeper, Anita, made final preparations for dinner during the early evening, Tammy tragically fell and hit her head on the patio cement while playing. My little sister died a few days later.
For decades, every time I saw children playing on cement, I literally panicked, became visibly shaken and totally nauseous. Countless times, I was brought to tears. As you can imagine, my children were never allowed to play on cement.
Tammy was the youngest of three children born to my parents, Kenny and Joyce. At only two-and-a-half years old, our parents separated and divorced. For the next six years, Tammy enjoyed her shortened life living with her siblings at various relatives in Riverside, Orange and Los Angeles counties.
During my kindergarten school year, we lived with our Aunt Rieta on her horse ranch in Cleveland National Forest (the southern-most national forest in California). More than anything else, Tammy enjoyed sketching Cindy and Sheeba, my aunt's mother and daughter palimino horses. Whenever Tammy needed to be found, she could be located on the floor of a back room, leaning over a drawing pad, simply sketching.
She was a happy child, well-mannered, easy-going, and always giggly. Comments were continually made on her deep dimples whenever she smiled. More than once our mom said, "She had a giggle that whenever she laughed, everyone joined in. It was just that kind of giggle."
Just sixteen months younger than me, we were best friends and separated way too early.
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Listed in The Descendants of Timothy Carpenter of Pittstown, Rensselaer Co., New York, 1976 [2505-9, pg. 107, pg. 160]
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Fifth great-granddaughter of Philip Barger, survivor of the Draper's Meadow Massacre of 1755.
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For decades, every time I saw children playing on cement, I literally panicked, became visibly shaken and totally nauseous. Countless times, I was brought to tears. As you can imagine, my children were never allowed to play on cement.
Tammy was the youngest of three children born to my parents, Kenny and Joyce. At only two-and-a-half years old, our parents separated and divorced. For the next six years, Tammy enjoyed her shortened life living with her siblings at various relatives in Riverside, Orange and Los Angeles counties.
During my kindergarten school year, we lived with our Aunt Rieta on her horse ranch in Cleveland National Forest (the southern-most national forest in California). More than anything else, Tammy enjoyed sketching Cindy and Sheeba, my aunt's mother and daughter palimino horses. Whenever Tammy needed to be found, she could be located on the floor of a back room, leaning over a drawing pad, simply sketching.
She was a happy child, well-mannered, easy-going, and always giggly. Comments were continually made on her deep dimples whenever she smiled. More than once our mom said, "She had a giggle that whenever she laughed, everyone joined in. It was just that kind of giggle."
Just sixteen months younger than me, we were best friends and separated way too early.
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Listed in The Descendants of Timothy Carpenter of Pittstown, Rensselaer Co., New York, 1976 [2505-9, pg. 107, pg. 160]
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Fifth great-granddaughter of Philip Barger, survivor of the Draper's Meadow Massacre of 1755.
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On Friday, April 21, as our housekeeper, Anita, made final preparations for dinner during the early evening, Tammy tragically fell and hit her head on the patio cement while playing. My little sister died a few days later.
For decades, every time I saw children playing on cement, I literally panicked, became visibly shaken and totally nauseous. Countless times, I was brought to tears. As you can imagine, my children were never allowed to play on cement.
Tammy was the youngest of three children born to my parents, Kenny and Joyce. At only two-and-a-half years old, our parents separated and divorced. For the next six years, Tammy enjoyed her shortened life living with her siblings at various relatives in Riverside, Orange and Los Angeles counties.
During my kindergarten school year, we lived with our Aunt Rieta on her horse ranch in Cleveland National Forest (the southern-most national forest in California). More than anything else, Tammy enjoyed sketching Cindy and Sheeba, my aunt's mother and daughter palimino horses. Whenever Tammy needed to be found, she could be located on the floor of a back room, leaning over a drawing pad, simply sketching.
She was a happy child, well-mannered, easy-going, and always giggly. Comments were continually made on her deep dimples whenever she smiled. More than once our mom said, "She had a giggle that whenever she laughed, everyone joined in. It was just that kind of giggle."
Just sixteen months younger than me, we were best friends and separated way too early.
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Listed in The Descendants of Timothy Carpenter of Pittstown, Rensselaer Co., New York, 1976 [2505-9, pg. 107, pg. 160]
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Fifth great-granddaughter of Philip Barger, survivor of the Draper's Meadow Massacre of 1755.
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For decades, every time I saw children playing on cement, I literally panicked, became visibly shaken and totally nauseous. Countless times, I was brought to tears. As you can imagine, my children were never allowed to play on cement.
Tammy was the youngest of three children born to my parents, Kenny and Joyce. At only two-and-a-half years old, our parents separated and divorced. For the next six years, Tammy enjoyed her shortened life living with her siblings at various relatives in Riverside, Orange and Los Angeles counties.
During my kindergarten school year, we lived with our Aunt Rieta on her horse ranch in Cleveland National Forest (the southern-most national forest in California). More than anything else, Tammy enjoyed sketching Cindy and Sheeba, my aunt's mother and daughter palimino horses. Whenever Tammy needed to be found, she could be located on the floor of a back room, leaning over a drawing pad, simply sketching.
She was a happy child, well-mannered, easy-going, and always giggly. Comments were continually made on her deep dimples whenever she smiled. More than once our mom said, "She had a giggle that whenever she laughed, everyone joined in. It was just that kind of giggle."
Just sixteen months younger than me, we were best friends and separated way too early.
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Listed in The Descendants of Timothy Carpenter of Pittstown, Rensselaer Co., New York, 1976 [2505-9, pg. 107, pg. 160]
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Fifth great-granddaughter of Philip Barger, survivor of the Draper's Meadow Massacre of 1755.
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