The Story of my Life
Louise Virginia (Weir) Frasier

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Life Goes On


If I should die and leave you here awhile

Be not like others, sore undone, who keep

Long vigil by the silent dust and weep.

For my sake, turn again to life and smile.

Nerving thy heart and trembling hand

To do that which will comfort other souls than thine;

Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine

And perchance, I may therein comfort you.

Hoyt Nathaniel Frasier


The preceding lines were entered into the end of the last letter that Grandma Louise Virginia Frasier received from Grandpa Hoyt Nathaniel Frasier.  The letter was sent to her from Farmington, New Mexico while she was still in Beaumont, Texas.  These lines, added to the end of his letter to her, were the last written words to her.  As you can see, his only thought was her happiness and the work he had started of bringing an awareness to others: their children, and their children and their children.  H. N. Frasier died very shortly after sending this letter to her.  He died in May 1968.

          Grandma Louise Virginia Frasier has carried out his wishes.  She may not be fully aware of the task that she has continued to work on finishing; but she has been comforted, because Grandpa Frasier has never left her.  He moves through her and touches all of us at some time or another.  Can’t you feel them working together sometimes when things seem so difficult and confusing?  Can’t you feel them both with you?

I know they’re with me, in my mind, soul, heart, and thoughts;  sometimes more than I want, but they’re there.  I know I am truly their child because their essence is my beingness.  Any guilt I ever feel, I feel out of fear of loosing their faith in me.  Any self pride I have ever felt, I have felt it, not because of anything I have done, but because of them being my parents, and because I am only one tenth that makes up the whole.  It’s no wonder I have such high respect for my parents, and such pride for my family.

           It doesn’t matter that Daddy is dead, it won’t make much difference when Mama is dead as far as these feelings are concerned.  They will never die.  They will continue to teach, protect, love and even make us feel guilt when we do certain things because that has always been instilled in each and every one of us.  When I was little we used to say each night:

 Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

And if I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

God bless Mama, and Daddy, and Virginia,

And Dot, and Carrie, and Hoyt, and Bill,

And John, and Pat, and Margie, and Martha.


And you know what?  I’ll be damned if he didn’t bless us all, and I didn’t even have to die!  We were blessed before we were born, just by choosing this family. 

I respect that place in you

Where the universe resides.

I respect that place in you

Of love, of happiness, of peace.

And, if you are in that place in you

And I am in that place in me

We are one.


Dusty – Mary Evelyn (Frasier) Alarid






Louise Virginia (Weir) Frasier – June 1996

De Soto Falls on
Lookout Mountain



            Mama said, “See, I told you I could walk down by myself.  And I’m going to walk up by myself, too.”   And she did – She was 82 years old.

             This picture was taken during our family reunion on Lookout Mountain in June of 1996.  De Soto Falls is a few miles north of  De Soto Park where the reunion was held.  Martha, who was very small when the family left Lookout Mountain, said to me, “Well, Carrie, is it the way you remembered it?”

             The day this picture was taken is the only time I remember seeing De Soto Falls.  When I was a teenager on Lookout Mountain, if we went anywhere, we usually walked – and De Soto Falls was too far to walk.  Daddy usually had a car but he was the only one who could drive and he worked away from home most of the time.  When he came home on the weekends he usually had business in town or things to do around the house.


                                                                                 Carrie Frasier Smith