Georgia C.

For many years from the time I was a child living in Newcomb and afterwards visiting Newcomb with my parents and my own family, I never realized that the small stone in the Foley cemetery plot was that of my Aunt Georgia.  She was less than a year old when she crossed.  I wish my father or any of his siblings, even my grandmother, would have talked about her.  But alas, I have no information as to why she died or the circumstances that existed at that time.