Dorothy was the daughter of Harold L. Goodwin and Dorothy A. Davis, she passed away when she was eight years old.
Dorothy was a middle child of the Goodwin siblings and she had one sister and four brothers.
Dorothy's death had a big impact on her mother which eventually led to her family falling part. Her siblings were too young to remember her and she has been a mystery until over 65 years later when a death notice led to the ability to obtain her death certificate.
Dorothy was my Aunt, although she has been lost to our family for so many years, this memorial will serve as a lasting reminder that she will never again be forgotten.
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Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder if you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you
- Author Unknown
Dorothy was a middle child of the Goodwin siblings and she had one sister and four brothers.
Dorothy's death had a big impact on her mother which eventually led to her family falling part. Her siblings were too young to remember her and she has been a mystery until over 65 years later when a death notice led to the ability to obtain her death certificate.
Dorothy was my Aunt, although she has been lost to our family for so many years, this memorial will serve as a lasting reminder that she will never again be forgotten.
__________________________________________
Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder if you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you
- Author Unknown
Dorothy was the daughter of Harold L. Goodwin and Dorothy A. Davis, she passed away when she was eight years old.
Dorothy was a middle child of the Goodwin siblings and she had one sister and four brothers.
Dorothy's death had a big impact on her mother which eventually led to her family falling part. Her siblings were too young to remember her and she has been a mystery until over 65 years later when a death notice led to the ability to obtain her death certificate.
Dorothy was my Aunt, although she has been lost to our family for so many years, this memorial will serve as a lasting reminder that she will never again be forgotten.
__________________________________________
Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder if you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you
- Author Unknown
Dorothy was a middle child of the Goodwin siblings and she had one sister and four brothers.
Dorothy's death had a big impact on her mother which eventually led to her family falling part. Her siblings were too young to remember her and she has been a mystery until over 65 years later when a death notice led to the ability to obtain her death certificate.
Dorothy was my Aunt, although she has been lost to our family for so many years, this memorial will serve as a lasting reminder that she will never again be forgotten.
__________________________________________
Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder if you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you
- Author Unknown
Gravesite Details
Unmarked grave, location confirmed with cemetery records.
