The three of us were able to successfully raise Dana and Joe. My father, Orel Kaster, succumbed to heart problems, as did all his brothers, except Ernie, in the early 60s. Forrest, Orpha, Rex, Orel, and their sisters, Tressie, Ruby and Gladys, died over the next 20 or so years. Ernie was the last to go. My grandparents were Ben and Christianna Kaster. I may have some dates wrong. I tend to be a little loose in my dates. One of my cousins, always, will tell me. Dana died because she had the same thing Dad did. Joe now lives in Knoxville, close to the car racing he loves.
Mom’s brother’s and sisters were Burdette, Millie, Marie, Mary, Bill and Carl Cox in Knoxville and Lucille Robinson here in Moravia are still living. Mom dearly loved her Mom and Dad, Frank and Frances Cox, who got to be nicknamed Frankie, so I didn’t get to be called that. It was bad enough that O. Kaster got passed around town until it got to the right O. Kaster. I did have the nickname of Annie, so my mail went to Anna and/or Frances/Annie Kaster. Don Pettibone, the postmaster, wondered why we grew up in clumps all in Moravia.
Much of this story is true, possibly embellished by me, but the moonlight snow and the sled are true. I managed to find a little girl who needed a doll that Christmas and my Mom accepted that she only had one girl who loved dolls and sewing as much as she did. She never complained about the sewing lack or not wanting dolls. She died of heart trouble much later and loved all her family and friends very much. I however, am still here in Moravia and hope never to leave and my memories of my parents and Dana are good.