Jane M. Clark

Jane M. Clark, my aunt! Her brother Wilbur is my mothers father. We didn't know her as well as I might have liked but she was none the less special to me. She never married and once when she visited us during my high school years I had the teenage temerity to ask why. Apparently she had a beau that died in WWII, I guess she never felt that way about anyone again. She was a Chrisian Scientist and I believe was a nurse in one of their hospitals. She lived with a distant cousin that everyone called crazy though I don't actually know why! I gather it was deserved because they were both made wards of the state of Indiana when it was discovered that Aunt Jane had Alzhiemers. It broke my heart, they took her away and never told anyone where she was. We weren't allowed to visit or anything. When she died we weren't notified then either. A distant cousin saw a generic obit in the Terre Haute paper and clipped it out. About a year later she sent it to mom assuming that we knew and would like a copy. I was so upset! We didn't know if she'd had a decent funeral, where she was buried, nothing! I was afraid she'd been buried in some unmarked paupers grave somewhere we'd never find. Imagine my surprise and joy when we discovered her next to her parents in the Marshall Cemetery! With a proper headstone even! Oh how my heart had ached when I didn't know where she was and how sweet was this discovery!