The marker was next to impossible to read. (The photo is impossible to read. But that probably says more about my photography skills than the condition of the marker.)
We sat in the shade of the walnut tree studying her marker long enough to feel confident that we read it correctly. A bit of aluminum foil and a soft paint brush confirmed our reading.
July 4, 1856
In the 54th year
of her age
I cannot say whether my daughter shares my feelings, but even if research fails to show that Arnold and Anna Marie are my 3g grandparents, they are for now.