Because I haven't done one in a while ...
She lies buried in a large plot. A six grave plot - three graves wide, two graves deep.
But she is alone.
Her son brought her here, to this plot ... this plot with the big family marker in the middle ... brought her here from his home in eastern Iowa, on a train, in 1906.
Her return to Ottowa, on that train, was duly recorded in the town newspaper ... in a short paragraph. It gave no further information, but that her son, Albert, brought his mother's body back from Iowa to be buried in the town cemetery.
She must have expected to be joined by her children ... or some of them, at least. She had five - Albert, her first, born out of wedlock in Germany, Louis, her second, followed by Augusta, Carl, and Carolina, who was called 'Lena'.
But she is alone.
Her family is all gone. All of them are buried in their own places, with their own families, except, perhaps, for Lena, who never married. No one alive remembers where she might be.
In 1895, Minnie was said to be the widow of Henry, but that was a lie. She and Henry divorced sometime around 1890. Albert had him admitted to the Old Soldier's Home in Marshalltown in 1900. Albert must have tried to keep his family together, but it fell apart, nonetheless. So now, all of them are buried in their own places.
And she is alone.
There is no marker for her. Her grave is one of six, but which one is unknown. The big marker in the middle of the plot is inscribed with the family name, but it gives no clue as to which is hers.
So she lies alone.
But she is not forgotten. Flowers mark her grave, now. The first flowers on her grave in over a hundred years.
Minnie is my great-grandmother. I put flowers on all six graves.