Little Esther pearl, a name that I always heard my grandma talk about. She was my great aunt..grandma's baby sister. Born in 1928. She was the youngest of seven children. At 14 grandma had the responsibility to help look after her younger siblings, she was very close to her baby sister. Grandma said Esther was like her baby..one day she got sick, she was sick for days..no one was aware that while playing in the yard she had eaten the poison berries growing on the bushes in the yard. She died a few days later. A little angel gone so soon. RIP little Esther.