Sunday Seven: Roots

How appropriate.  The theme for NaBloPoMo this month is Roots, so here’s a sneak peak of mine.

Seven People I’m Proud to Call Relatives

1. Marjorie Overholt, mother.  The nicest, kindest person you’d ever hope to meet.
2. Owen Overholt, father.  Imminently fair and honest, a lawyer who loved the law more than money.
3. James Roderick Overholt, uncle.  Phi Beta Kappa, and adored by everyone who met him.
4. Connie McCutchon, first cousin once removed.  Listed in Who’s Who, she shares a birthday with my mother, and another hero of mine, Abraham Lincoln.
5. Sigel Overholt, grandfather.  He lived to be 101 years, 6 months.  The six months is important because his older sister (Connie’s mother) lived to be only 101 years, 3 months.
6. Henry Carter, grandfather.  He could be ornery and difficult, but he was larger than life.
7. Cassie Carter, grandmother.  If I’d had one, I’d have named my daughter after her.

Honorable mention:  Debra Overholt, “niece-in-law.”  She wasn’t a relative by blood, but she was family.  Intelligent, talented, loving and kind, she died much too soon.

More to come…