I am a descendant of Carrie Delph. She never knew me, and I never knew her in the flesh, but I’ve seen pictures; I’ve heard stories; and I see her flashing eyes and hear her laughter in the faces of my living aunts and uncles and cousins. She was tough, she was funny, and she was wild in her heart.
We all carry pebbles of Carrie’s mischievous antics in the pockets of our souls. We wear her smile and we ride on those family bonds she built for us. I implore you, all descendants of Carrie Delph, to touch those pebbles left in the crevices of your being by the wake of her living days; touch them with the fingertips of your conscious mind. Yes, touch them from time to time so you will always remember who you are. Yes, touch them and I promise you, you will hear her laughter.