Noah Tyre Parrott and wife, Mary Nichols had a daughter named Sarah. Sarah "Sallie" M. Parrott. Sarah was sister to Robert Samuel Parrott, Sr., born July 28, 1852. Robert Samuel was my Great grandfather.
Sarah was born October 05, 1853. She married Francis Marion Lynn on February 26, 1878. I have info on at least six children that were born to this couple, and lived to adulthood.
Sarah and husband, Francis are buried alongside one another in the country near Filbert, South Carolina, at Kings Mountain Chapel Cemetery. A peaceful area near peach orchards.
We struck out yesterday afternoon in search of her. We were not disappointed. It was hazy and humid. Very hot, almost too hot, to be rambling in a cemetery, but we went ahead anyway. I just wanted to find her! The ride in the country was nice, with the air moving in an open car the day was tolerable, but when the car stopped, the air hung over your head like a wet tarp. Hot and heavy. Just as sticky as okra freshly cut, yes, that kind of day. Grin.
We ventured into the side yard near the church and parked and got out. There was a fellow cutting the grass. He was kind enough to stop his work and venture over to speak to us. He was Mr. Richard Alexander, grounds caretaker and member of the church. We spoke and he directed us straight to the Lynn's and the Parrott's buried there in the cemetery behind the church.
Not far from Sarah Parrott Lynn and her husband, there is another family member buried.
Andrew Jackson Parrott and his wife, Nancy Ella Jeffreys. Andrew Jackson was born the son of Curtis McKenzie Parrott and Mary Lavinia Jackson. Andrew Jackson's parents are both buried at Woodside Cemetery in Clover, South Carolina. Curtis McKenzie Parrott was a brother of Sarah Parrott Lynn and my Robert Samuel Parrott. So, Andrew Jackson was Sarah and Robert Samuel's nephew. He was also my first cousin, twice-removed.
We were invited inside to look at the church sanctuary and I was so excited at getting to see it. Mr. Alexander was most gracious to allow us access. We have searched quite a few cemeteries and this was the FIRST invitation to see the sanctuary that we have had, but this was one sanctuary that I needed to see !
The stained glass windows were beautiful in the streaming sunlight and I just had to take pictures.
The stained glass windows were beautiful in the streaming sunlight and I just had to take pictures.
As I went around the sanctuary snapping pictures, I noticed that most of the beautiful panes were in honor or memory, of someone. I made my way around to the back, ever hopeful, but not really expecting anything, and there it was.
A stained glass panel that was dedicated, in memory of my 2nd Great Aunt Sarah and her husband Francis. My heart skipped a beat! I could not believe it.
There is a protective covering over the windows to prevent damage, that does not allow you to see the full beauty of these panes from the outside of the church, let alone the details of the glass. There is just no way, without being inside, that I would have seen this stained glass panel dedicated to my family. It was just fate that kind, Mr. Alexander, was there when we got there, allowing us inside to look.
It had to be another case where there was an 'unseen' angel taking care of the details.
I have had so many wonderful things like this to just 'happen', while I was out looking.
Thank you, kind angel on my shoulder. It was ever so much appreciated!
Russ walked alongside me to the car when we were leaving, and said.."I can't get over it. "
"Someone wanted you to see inside that church and see that window." I smiled and said, "I know", nodding my head in agreement.
I am just tickled I have my angels.
I wish I could have talked with the lady and learned more about who she was. She could tell me so much about my 2nd great grands and what they were like.
I wished that so much, but I am content to have walked where she once walked today.
I am content to touch my fingertips to her engraved name and whisper a 'hello' to her.
Lady that lived long before me.
Keep sending me an angel to guide my way, back to the past. I am one happy girl, today.