Poor kid; not even a year and a half old when she died. I know this wasn't at all unusual all those centuries ago, at least compared to the support systems (paid out of pocket or otherwise) and medical care- intensive and emergency care amongst them- we often take for granted today. And even now we can't help everyone if medically someone is beyond a certain point of no return.

That her memory can live on, however dimly and quietly, on a stone (and possibly parish or community records, if so) that has weathered through material strength and luck for three hundred and thirty-six years so far, is impressive to say the least. She may have descendants, or at least of her parent's surviving children, and their descendants, that have no idea their ancestress and former relation is buried in an old, quiet grave here that has lasted for more than three centuries, an awaiting to be found, perhaps.

I think this is going to be one of the oldest stones you've shared with us, GravenImageCat. I don't think the earliest you've shared goes back further than four decades or so more, if that.

-2Paw.