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Love you forever.....
But, Aunt Esther was a very special woman and deserves all the love and recognition we can give. RIP Auntie.
On this birthday, March 21, you would have been 83 years old..imagine all the years we would have had together and you with the grand children. I am sure things would've been very different for us all if you have been around. To this very day, you are still very much missed and loved...until we meet again!
It is November 12, 2014, 43 years since your passing and the years since your passing has not diminished the love that I have for you. You are very much missed and I often think of you. You have been called home and is in the arms of our Savior...until we meet again, rest in peace!
it's been over 40 years since your passing..and still today you are missed so much. We, your children was so young when you was called home and needed you to be with us, but God had other plans for you. On this Mother Day...we want to honor and continue to remember you in our lives. Until each of us make that journey and we meet again....you will forever be loved and missed!!
ESTHER MARIE CARTER WAS THE FIRST WIFE OF CHARLES M. CARTER AND THE MOTHER OF HIS SIX CHILDRN!
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LOST FAMILY MEMBERS....
My mother and I have many conversations. I remember as a little girl she would sometimes wake me and allow me to come into the living room to watch a movie with her. There were other times, she and I would go the movies on a Saturday. We watch Planet of the Apes and Night of the Living Dead together.....
We also had many conversations, one that still haunts me is the story of her past. My mother doesn't know anybody in her family!! Her mother and father came here from Puerto Rico in the early 1930s. Somehow, the mother was left ( my grandmother), and she gave birth to my mother.
My grandmother was found pregnant, homeless, sick and alone...she was taken to a hospital where she gave birth to my mother and died in child birth. My mother spent the first 4 years of her life raised by white hispanics. At that time, white people raising a black child was unacceptable. My mother was removed from the home and placed in foster care. She met my father when she was 16 years old and at 18 years, they were married and had 6 children.
My mother often wondered about her family and I vowed that I would attempt to find them.
THE CUB SCOUT STORY
WHEN I WAS NINE YEARS OLD I BECAME A MEMBER OF THE CUB SCOUTS. THE MEETING'S WERE HELD AT ST. RITA'S CHURCH IN ONE OF THE BUILDINGS ON THE CHURCH GROUNDS.MY MOTHER WOULD ALWAYS ACCOMPANY ME TO THE MEETINGS, BEING THAT IT WAS TO DARK AND SHE DID NOT WANT ME WALKING THE TWO BLOCKS TO THE CHURCH ALONE. THIS ONE PARTICULAR MEETING WAS IN DECEMBER AND WE ASKED TO BRING SOME ELMERS GLUE AND A THE TOP OF A BLEACH BOTTLE. WE WERE GOING TO MAKE CHRISTMAS TREE DECORATIONS IN THE SHAPE OF A BELL. BY APPLING ALOT OF ELMERS GLUE ON THE TOP AND AND ROLLING THE TOP WITH GLUE ON IT IN SOME SPRINKLES. MY MOTHER AND I DID NOT THINK WE HAD ENOUGH GLUE FOR THE PROJECT AND JUST KIND OF LOOKED HELPLESS AT EACH OTHER. THIS MAN AN AIDE WHO WAS HELPING KIDS WITH THEIR PROJECTS SENSE OUR DELEMMA AND CAME OVER TO HELP. I GAVE HIM THE GLUE EXPECTING NOTHING TO COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. HE IN TURNED SQUEEZED THE BOTTLE AND A TON OF GLUE CAME OUT. MY MOTHER AND I JUST LOOKED AT EACH OTHER IN SHOCK THAN WE STARTED TO SMILE. WE THANKED THE MAN AND MY PROJECT WAS MADE. THAT CHRISTMAS MY BELL WAS ON THE TREE. AND I WAS VERY PROUD OF IT.ONE OF THE MANY SPECIAL MOMENTS I REMEMBER SPENDING WITH MOM.