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Mary Hannah <I>Adams</I> O'Brien

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Mary Hannah Adams O'Brien

Birth
Layton, Davis County, Utah, USA
Death
29 May 1944 (aged 66)
Layton, Davis County, Utah, USA
Burial
Kaysville, Davis County, Utah, USA Add to Map
Plot
4-5-B-2
Memorial ID
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Daughter of George Pilling Adams and Ann Eliza Forbes

Married Jonathan Silas O'Brien, 8 Feb 1899, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

Children - Winfred Haze O'Brien, Jonathan O'Brien, Don James O'Brien, Lester George O'Brien, Daniel Alfonzo O'Brien, Rachel Eliza O'Brien, William King O'Brien.

Goodbye, Grandma, Goodbye

As she shuffles out the walkway
And lifts her hand to wave,
Her eyes are brimming teardrops
Though she tries to seem so brave.

Sweetly smiling as she gestures
To the last of us now leaving,
Her strength is swiftly fading;
Inside, her heart is grieving.

Turning back toward her doorway,
Still, she holds her head up high;
She doesn't think we see her
Lift her apron up to cry.

I long to take her with us,
But she'll never leave her home.
We'd love to linger with her,
Yet have no more time to roam.

The roadway's getting dimmer
As I stop to wipe an eye;
Glancing back toward her cottage,
I call, "Goodbye, Grandma, goodbye!"

The years have raced along,
She has no more cause to cry;
Glancing back toward her gravestone,
I whisper, "Goodbye, Grandma, goodbye."
~Shirleen Craig Farley 1997

DAR Line Cont. thru Rachel Eliza O'Brien Craig~~1912
Daughter of George Pilling Adams and Ann Eliza Forbes

Married Jonathan Silas O'Brien, 8 Feb 1899, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

Children - Winfred Haze O'Brien, Jonathan O'Brien, Don James O'Brien, Lester George O'Brien, Daniel Alfonzo O'Brien, Rachel Eliza O'Brien, William King O'Brien.

Goodbye, Grandma, Goodbye

As she shuffles out the walkway
And lifts her hand to wave,
Her eyes are brimming teardrops
Though she tries to seem so brave.

Sweetly smiling as she gestures
To the last of us now leaving,
Her strength is swiftly fading;
Inside, her heart is grieving.

Turning back toward her doorway,
Still, she holds her head up high;
She doesn't think we see her
Lift her apron up to cry.

I long to take her with us,
But she'll never leave her home.
We'd love to linger with her,
Yet have no more time to roam.

The roadway's getting dimmer
As I stop to wipe an eye;
Glancing back toward her cottage,
I call, "Goodbye, Grandma, goodbye!"

The years have raced along,
She has no more cause to cry;
Glancing back toward her gravestone,
I whisper, "Goodbye, Grandma, goodbye."
~Shirleen Craig Farley 1997

DAR Line Cont. thru Rachel Eliza O'Brien Craig~~1912


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