Ah! Another page of familiar faces. This woman’s stare…I have seen it somewhere. The eyebrows are a horizontal accent to an intense gaze. The mouth is held in a slight frown and she has that Minor Roman nose. Who does this woman remind me of?
Sarah Minor, that’s who! My great-grandfather’s sister.
The story here is of a blended family, thrown together by society’s constraints and family tragedy. Both Owen and Sarah lost their first spouses and were left with a daughter each to raise alone. They joined forces to make a stronger family unit, and created one more daughter–Florence. Or Flossie as I knew her.
Yes! That little girl grew up and lived down the street from my Minor grandparents in Waynesburg, Pennsylvania, though I remember Flossie as an old, very old lady. Flossie and Arthur Titus were regular visitors during our summer visits, and it pleases me no end to have a photograph that unites my ancestral and my childhood pasts.