You may not remember meeting Charlotte, but let's see if I can help you make the connection.
Charlotte was my mom's first cousin.
Their moms were sisters.
If you are older than me, you may remember Charlotte as your teacher.
She taught at Center School and Hebron for years.
If you are my age or my siblings age, you might remember Aunt Helen and Uncle Bush Doyle who lived in Hebron, next to Aunt Jess.
Charlotte was their daughter.
If you are my age or one of my older nephews or nieces, you might remember Sally Allen, a teacher at the Middle School and Lowell High school.
Charlotte was Sally's mother.
If you live in Lake County, you might know these landmarks along 173rd (the road that Susie, Elden, Mike, Patty and Dave have all called their address over the years). The "Brown House" and "Golden Eagle Farm?" Charlotte was the owner.
(and if you are my Dad, you will remember Charlotte's family as your landlord...as Grandpa & Grandma Vandercar lived on and farmed the Doyle farm at one time).
As the list of connections grow, you can imagine that there is a lot of life to celebrate.

I was sad to hear the news of Charlotte's passing.
Sad to see another family member leave us.
Charlotte was quite a character and a real lady.
She was always interested in my work overseas and was very generous in her support of my work and various other causes. When I went to work at the bookstore, a whole new topic of conversation came up as to what I was reading and what was next on her book list.
I was sad to know that I will not see her lovely smile or hear her laugh again.
I also felt sad that I had let her down.
I remember saying goodbye to her at Sally's memorial service and she said to me "Don't forget about me!" I knew what she was saying, but I turned it around and made it about her and her unique personality and told her it would be impossible to forget someone like her. I knew what she was really saying was "don't forget to come visit me."
And I did visit.
Every time that Aunt Mary would come to Indiana, we would go see Char.
The last time we called, she wasn't up for a visit, but we all chatted on the phone. She told me next time call a few days ahead and she would be ready for me. But time flies....
Last September Jane and I talked about needing to go see Char to show her some pics and get some stories down...
but time flies....
and now, I'm so very sad that time flies....
and with time....all those stories of that very full life she lead have flown away with her.
And oh the stories!
I am just now realizing that Charlotte was 9 years older than my mom.
She knew EVERYONE...on my mom's side of the family.
She knew my grandparents. My Great Aunts. My Great Uncles. My Aunts. My Uncles. Even little Winfred. She would have been there. For everything. My mom's birth. Aunt Mary's birth. Grandpa Bryant's Dillinger story. Births, weddings, funerals. All of it.
And if you don't believe me ask Aunt Mary (another lady with a lot of stories) who wrote this memory on Char's memorial page guestbook:
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