A Satin Christening Gown Hidden Away in a Texas Cedar Chest
Mrs.
Clara Rountree, seventy-four, services at the First Baptist Chapel on Oak Street.
I leaned in close to the warm glass, my face just inches from the screen.
The notice ran four short paragraphs down the center of the page, listing thirty years of Sunday school teaching and garden club work.
The last paragraph named the surviving family in small italic print.
She was survived by her husband, Thomas, who had died five years earlier, and one daughter, Sarah Rountree, born May 12, 1971.
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