Carrie was an account analyst for Chase Manhattan Bank for many years.

She is survived by her daughters, Sharrye Moore and Jaye Moore; grandchildren, Sean Edghill and his wife, Marie, Dominic, Nikole and Martine Moore; great grandchildren, Christian, Brandon and Isaiah Edghill; sisters, Carolyn Cowherd and husband Henry, Barbara Skinner and husband Buster and Mildred Cooper and husband Marion; adopted daughters, Leeanne Hansen and Juli Blaede; adopted grandchildren, Jason, Shane and Michael Blaede; many nieces, nephews and friends.

A private family service will be held on Monday, March 11, 2002, at Gardenside Funeral Chapel after which Mama Cah will be taken to Sylvania, Ohio for interment in the Toledo Memorial Park.

Dear Mama Cah,
Your granddaughter wanted to let you know it's "all right on her side."
Martini

My Dear Sweet Mom who gave me and my sister, Jaye, life.

I had the good fortune to be raised and loved by you, the most wonderful, generous, unselfish person in the world. Every one of my friends loved you. Remember? . . .They all called you "Feisty". All of my friends wanted to play at our house and also wanted to have dinner at our house. Having dinner at our house hadn't changed. Everyone still wanted to have your fried chicken, flour gravy, collard and mustard greens, green beans, rice and beans, monkey bread, pasta salad, macaroni & cheese, cucumber salad, ham, blackberry and peach cobblers, your iced tea, to name of few of the dishes that you prepared for us. I will always remember the time you made us a ham dinner. Dom's friend, Jack, was with us. He asked us what the small black pieces on the ham were. He was enjoying eating them. We looked and saw that he was eating the cloves. We all laughed and laughed together that day.

When you started having grandchildren they started calling you Mama Cah, the same as Jaye and I called your mother Mama Anne. Now, everyone calles you Mama Cah. You are a special angel and everyone who met you loved you.

Mom, we will miss your beautiful smile, your sense of humor, your hospitality, your cooking, and most of all, your LOVE.

I love you, Mom, and you will be with me always.

XOXOXO Love, always, Sha

Dearest Mama Cah

My first meeting with you was around your kitchen table. You fed me a home cooked southern meal. I ate and ate and ate some more. You fed me like I was going to the electric chair in an hour. You said that you would be my L.A. Mom and you were, from that second on.

Unfortunately, it took your hospitalization for our real bonding to begin. Maybe that's when we needed each other most. Each visit would begin with, "I know I'm not Sharrye, but I will have to do." During these weeks, I did your hair -- you gave me your fried chicken recipe -- you would listen intently about what I was going through with my parents and their poor health. I knew you really cared, in spite of what you were going through. It touched me soooo. I learned about your life and you learned of mine. We had a few tears and many laughs.

I noticed that each person that crossed your path left with a smile on their face...you seemed to give them some of your light and joy with each visit. All would leave craving more. I, too, felt that from you so very strongly, and, even though our time together was far briefer than I wished it could have been, you left me with a great love and warmth in my heart which I will treasure for the rest of my life.

You are a great spiritual and sweet woman who sacrificed much for your family and all whom you loved. You are kind with amazing wit, and a true master of humor...Oh how truly hilarious you could be.

My greatest memory of you will be introducing me to all who entered your hospital room as your adopted daughter. What an honor and a thrill for me. Thank you, Mama Cah, for all the love you gave me and for gracing my life as well as bringing Sharrye into this world. She is so much like you in her loving, sweet way.

Please know even though we may be apart for now, you will always be in my heart. I know God is so happy to have you home...I will miss you so much.

Love always and forever,
Your adopted daughter,
Leeanne

Dear Mama Cah

It's strange to be writing you when it seems just yesterday we were on the phone together.You were in great spirits and your voice had such vitality. I realize how much I haven't had a chance to share with you and how your way of being has changed my life.

First off, I must come clean and give it up. Since the first time we met, you welcomed me into your home, no questions asked, and generously shared your world. I felt instantly as a family member. You were like a magnet that pulled me into a field of love. Your sweet daughter, Sharrye, just watched with her smile as she always does. This was a setup, and I was so unwilling to be drawn in and be free. I wanted to remain in my world of being the judge and judged, to be right and not OK. I caught myself being stingy and self-centered as not to allow your love and that of your family to flow through me. Your quick wit and humor made it easier for me to peek out and play games to show my affection for you though. Especially when you first caught me making a pass at you, to give you a kiss and chased you around your home. Now you've left, I will miss the possibility of successfully making that pass at you and playing with you on earth again. I promise you, I will learn my lessons graciously and I will share with you again, eventually, HAH!

Your umbrella of absolute, unconditional love still fills my world today as I think of you. My life has the possibility of pure love due to your being in my life. My family, friends and the world will benefit from this. I also promise to keep a picture of you close by to remind me whenever I stray into my old stuff, that on March 7 of every year, I will celebrate having had you in my life by loving just a little more, those around me.

Saying I love you after a conversation will never quite be the same. Your voice won't be on the other side to say, "I love you, too." For now, I'll just keep it to myself and smile...

I love you, Mama,
Edmund

"Tho' I have had to leave you, whom I love,
To go along the silent way.
Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears,
But laugh and talk of me, as if I were beside you.
For who knows but I shall be, oft times!
I'd come, I'd come coulk I but find the way.
And would not tears and griefe be barriers?