the Census

A few years ago I started searching my family history - I really didn’t get as much information as I thought I would- for the most part if you didn’t have the right questions you wouldn’t get far

One bit of history revealed a mystery to this day
It came from an old census of my grandmother’s family
It seems there was a sister my grandmother had — she only appears in two years census and at the last one she was nine years old

When I discovered this - there was virtually no one to ask about who she was and what had happened to her

My father who was already losing much of his short term memory— still had a great deal of his long term memory— as I inquired if he remembered any stories about what would have been his aunt— he had no recognition of her

Her name was in one was Fannie but the other one listed her as Tunnie- which I assumed was perhaps a nickname

We visited the church cemetery where much of her family is buried- no sign of Tunnie

I wondered if she might have been buried on her parents property which was not in our family any longer

this summer I’m thinking of going to the place where her house once stood and try and find some marker or grave

Had it not been for that old old census record I would have never known of little Tunnie but now she is forever in my heart