My husband was reading a copy of the book ARMSMEAR: THE HOME, THE ARM, AND THE ARMORY OF SAMUEL COLT (1866) – The founder of the Colt firearms manufacturing industry – when it suddenly occurred to him to check with me that he and his family were all resting in peace. Indeed, Colonel Colt and his wife and mother had passed safely but one of their children, Elizabeth Jarvis Colt, who died at the tender age of eight months (22.2.1860-17.10.1860), was still trapped on the earth plane – and as I hooked on to her little spirit she put her arms out to her father, calling from the other side, and cried ‘daddy, daddy!’ As with all spirit rescues, it was very moving….
“She was very young to speak her father’s name…” I commented to Michael.
“It was very tragic,” he said, “as the Colt’s also lost another two children at such a young age: Samuel Jarvis Colt (24.2.1857-24.12. 1857 – 10 months) and Henrietta Selden Colt (23.5.1861-20.1.1862 – 8 months) – who, tragically, died only 10 days after Samuel Colt himself (19.7.1814-10.1.1862).
“I’ve gone all shivery;” said Michael only minutes later…”after what you said about the little girl calling her daddy’s name… It says here, when referring to Samuel Colt’s memorial slab, ‘what visitors at this grave oftenest think of, regarding the sleeper there, may be, that his sun went down at noon. Yet, in contrast to the little ones around him, who died before they could say father or mother, how long his date of life, how far his wanderings over the earth, how manifold his experiences, how proud his achievements.’
“Absolutely extraordinary,” said my darling husband.