In Loving Memory of
Lora Mae Davolt Rose

Fishing Shopping Dresses
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At home in a hospital bed, lies a woman with a ghastly white complection and a face crying for attention and love and begging for someone to love her. The body belonging to the woman doesn't move, wake, speak, or eat much, but when it does, it means so much to those around her. The sound of pittering and pattering made by children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews and other significants used to please her. Now in the present it only taunts her because of the agony of noise and chatter. She wasn't always like that, the woman described was my Aunt and she was the most generaous caring and giving woman on the face of the earth. If she was still here with us she would still be that way.

Lora Mae Davolt Rose was my aunt on my fathers side. She was always someone special to me. I can remember traveling to Oak Grove, Kansas City or Independence just to see her. Where we were only depending on where she and her family lived at the time. To my good fortune my aunt decided to move back to her childhood home in Brookfriend Missouri a few years back.

I say it was my good fortune because when Aunt Mae moved here I had many happy times with her and we shared many memorable experiences. My Aunt lived on a farm 5 miles west of Brookfrield. She loved fishing, crocheting and the color mauve or rose and butterflies. She used to take me fishing. We'd sit on the bank or in her fishin chairs (more commonly known as lawn chairs) for a couple of hours or until the bugs came out. I don't recall ever catching anything worth keeping so we usually came home empty netted. My aunt's husband moved back to Kansas City to work, he was a construction worker and his business was well to do there. So she and her youngest daughter Tammy lived by themselves.

I was there so much that my parents thought Aunt Mae could've claimed me as a tax deduction. It was usually just us girls. Sometimes my family would come out to Aunt Mae's house and play cards together or watch movies. It was always nice to be together. then other times Aunt Mae would crochet dresses for dolls and the rest of us would play cards. I can remember one time when I was sick, Aunt Mae gave me one of the dolls she had made the dresses she crocheted were so beautiful. Some of them were long and full, while others were short and full. Today the doll Aunt Mae gave me means so much more than it used to.

When Tammy got old enough to leave the nest she too moved back to Kansas City Aunt Mae was left alone and I stayed with her quite a bit. We always had a good time together, there are little things I remember that we did that mean a lot such as grocery shopping eating out and just messing around. Well when the time came for Aunt Mae to join her family her home was sold and she moved to Kansas City. I missed her. Not too long after that our family moved to Florida for a year. When we returned we didn't see much of Aunt Mae or her family. It was hard not seeing her on Holidays.

After my paternal grandmothers death last April, things went fast. In July Aunt Mae was diagnosed with cancer it was the kind of cancer that could not be cured. We were faced with the hard reality that Aunt Mae would die of cancer. The hard part was not knowing when she would die. After July I tried to see Aunt Mae as much as I could. I tried to get weekends off to be with her. I can remember on one of her better days I painted her toenails she fell asleep but she knew I was there, and that I loved her. That was important to me.

Aunt Mae died on October 2nd 1994. She was 62 years old. I wasn't able to be with her when she died and that was hard. I miss her but I have our memories to hold onto for the rest of my life. I will see my aunt again when my time comes to leave the earth.

Crystal Davolt........Aunt Mae's favorite Niece... ;)

Today is my mother's birthday. September 3, 1998. She would have been 66 years old today. I miss her, and this above is something my cousin wrote about someone who she was just as close to, as I.

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