I was re-reading my previous article on Jesse Graham & Sarah Scott when I had the following conversation with my daughter.
“What’s that?” she asked, looking at a photograph of a grave marker.
“That’s the grave of my great great grandmother, and your great great great grandmother,” I said.
“What’s the coffin look like?”
“I don’t know. She died in 1928. That was 42 years before I was born.”
“Maybe it was pink.”
“Maybe it was!”