Carol Daugherty Rasnic
Carol was one of the best friends I ever had, and losing her has left a big hole in my heart. I remember the first time I ever saw this beautiful woman, whose inner beauty was as striking and memorable as was her outer beauty. Our husbands had known each since childhood, had grown up together at Evergreen Presbyterian Church, and had been fraternity brothers at Southwestern Carol and I were both newlyweds, and I had just arrived in Memphis, not knowing a soul other than fellows with whom I'd gone to law school at Vanderbilt and their wives. She was my first acquaintance in Memphis outside that circle, and she was thereafter my lifelong friend. The husbands wanted to go dove hunting, and they got hunting licenses for us just so that they could bag twice their limit. This meant, of course, that they had to take us along. In order for us to look "official," they gave us each a gun. Neither us had a clue what to with those long heavy things. We talked while they shot, and we had such a good time, immediately becoming fast friends. Just before time to go, Tommy said to Carol, "Well, shoot at least once, Carol!" so she obediently pointed her gun into the air and shot without even looking. Lo and behold, down came a dove! Carol was devastated. She burst into tears, and sobbed, "I didn't mean to kill a little bird!" I thought then that she was the sweetest, kindest person I ever knew. That is illustrative of what a loving heart Carol had. We were kindred spirits from that day on (even our dogs were good friends--Magic, her black lab, and Ollie, my basset hound)!
I will forever miss you, my sweet friend. May you travel on the wings of angels.
Carol Daugherty Rasnic
[Dr. White, her dear father-in-law whom she adored, called us "Carol to the second power."]