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The following are notes of Karl Vogel, Carries brother:
"Carrie as she was known to all her friends was unquestionable the village belle during her girlhood days and she had all that was needed to win the title.She was a beautiful girl, wonderfully proportioned, vivacious, active, possesed of boundless energy, full of fun, and of a friendly and cooperative nature.
Before her marriage in 1891 she was a popular and efficient saleslady in George Kempf's Dry Goods store on North Main Street in Chelsea.After her marriage, she lived the rest of her life in what had been the Davidson home at the corner of Railroad and McKinley Streets in Chelsea, one of the oldest houses in town that Clarence remodeled by the addition of a large porch, a number of plate glass windows, and other alterations making it into a large and attractive home that occupied a large corner lot.
Carrie was a great lover of flowers, and her large and well tended garden contained many well grown varieties, including a host of many different oriental poppies, all lovely.She was a talented mimic, and in latter life she delighted in dressing up and impersonating many characters to the delight of the children, my own (Karl) included, whenever they visited her.
She was a member of the Eastern Star, an organization where she held many offices down through the years.She was an early member of the "Cythererians", a ladies group that included all the first ladies of the village in its membership; and she and the members of her family were long members of the Congressional Church.
During the long illness of her mother Ricka Vogel, Carrie took over, for years, many of the old home household duties, including the family wash and much of its mending and clothes repairs.She was indeed a loyal and ever helpful daughter and sister.
I (Karl, her brother) well remember the day of her marriage to Clarence Maroney, and the extensive preparations that preceded it.I was eight years old at the time.They moved immediately into their home across the tracks, and since "Mac" had alwaysbeen my boyhood idol, I took it on myself to go over to their house bright and early the next morning for breakfast, their very first meal at home and their very first visitorI have often wondered how welcome I was.