SPRING LAKE, N.C. Charlotte Lavonne (Conrad) DeHorse passed into Gods loving embrace on Sept. 30, 2011, in Fayetteville, N.C., where she made her home and raised her family after leaving Newcomerstown in the early 1950s.

She was preceded in death by her loving husband, Douglas; but survived by her children, Guy G. Hardman III, of Huntsville, Ala., Michael DeHorse of Fayetteville, who passed shortly after his mother, Catherine M. DeHorse of Pembroke Pines, Fla., and David S. DeHorse of Madison, Wis.; and her grandchildren, Michael A. DeHorse of Fayetteville, Joanna K. Austin of Fayetteville, and Callie DeHorse of Charleston, S.C.

She was interred with her loving husband at the Sandhills State Veterans Cemetery in Spring Lake, N.C.

Charlotte was born July 2, 1928, to Pierce and Catherine Conrad, and raised in Newcomerstown. Her stories of family and community life in Ohio filled the imaginations of her Southern born children with the wonders and delights of a Midwestern childhood at 414 Harding St.

That childhood was filled with tales of fun family outings down at the river with her beloved sisters and brothers, neighbors gathering for endless late night farm chores best done together, pranks by her brother Bill and his friends at Halloween, and school dances with her sister and life-long friend, Betty. She was called the little buttermilk girl by neighbors to whom she delivered the products of their small family farm. And only Mark Twain could rival Moms descriptions of the many personalities that seemed to fill the streets and shops of what, to me, seemed the best of all places where a child could grow up: Newcomerstown. She was a flag bearer in high school, and then later had the adventures and joy of taking the train to Coshocton with a girlfriend, renting a room at a boarding house, working as a telephone operator, and welcoming her brother Bill home from the Navy after World War II.

As I later came to appreciate it all, Mom replicated her childhood for her own children with family outings, bountiful tables at holidays, picnic blankets filled with delights, and an ability to turn the most common experience into an occasion by the power of her optimistic outlook on life. Where she lost her loving parents as a young girl, a reality she downplayed with a smile and something good to eat, we children were blessed to have her with us well into our adult lives. Christmas was Charlottes time of year; and whatever might be happening in the world, whatever we may have or not have, Mom made that time of year special with pies and family and love. And this I know, she is in heaven now, and at peace, together with her loving husband Douglas, whose heart, and love, healed and strengthened when they reunited, a loving son, David.