Caroline Anna Roemer (Carrie)
See pictures of the entire family in 1904 and 1917. 
Here is an excerpt from Helen M. Ramsell's manuscript in which Helen transcribed a letter written by Caroline Roemer's daughter, Gladys.
Caroline Anna Roemer Ramsell was born May 19, 1854, in Ottumwa, Iowa, and died October 30, 1928, in Ottumwa, in the same house in which she was born and was married. We lived in another part of town for a number of years, but my parents moved back to the farm when they were older. Mother was born soon after her parents came to America from Switzerland. Her father, Carl Fredrick Adolphus Roemer was from Blauen, Germany. He was a highly educated man, qualified to teach several languages. His brother was Burgermeister of Blauen for thirty years. They had the title Von, comparable to Baron, before their name but Grandfather Roemer dropped it when he came to this country because he wanted to be completely democratic. He left Germany because of the trend to militarism and dictatorship, bringing his younger brother with him, first to Switzerland, then to America. We have a family seal and coat of arms someplace. I think your Uncle Dick had it so it is probably in the possession of one of his sons.
Grandmother Roemer lived in Berne, Switzerland where, if I remember correctly, her parents were "silk farmers". I always hesitate to mention this as I didn't know silk worms were grown anyplace but in Japan. But I distincly remember my mother mentioning this. My grandmother spoke French as well as the Swiss version of German, and surrounding languages. Mother (your grandmother) spoke German until she went to school and always talked in German to her several sisters and a brother who lived near us. But she retained no accent. She was one of eight children; two little brothers died after they came to America.
When the Roemers headed for America, they were with a group who brought equipment to start a brewery in St. Louis, where so many German people went. But when their covered wagon rolled across Iowa, Grandfather Roemer couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the farming possibilities. So he and his brother and their families stayed in Iowa. He bought land from the Indian agents as well as from several early settlers. He traded a beautiful fur-lined overcoat to the sheriff for forty acres of city property adjoining the farm, on which the school we all attended in Ottumwa still stands. Mother said her mother often told of the large quantites of things they brought with them from Switzerland, including seven dozen hand woven pure linen white shirts for Grandfather! She said the farm on Sunday afternoons was like an old country beer garden, because the "Turners", an organization of German immigrants, always came out to sip their beer and talk about the old country.
Mother met my father [William B. Ramsell] when she was teaching old-fashioned "singing school" in the evenings at the country school house. I wish everybody could be as in love as they were. Their romance never ended and Dad always treated her like a queen. If she ever questioned his judgement, she did so when they were alone, for I never heard them argue. Just before he died she told me not to grieve if she didn't live long as she had no desire to live after he was gone.
Both Dad and Mother talked about "going home to Heaven" as definitely as you have spoken of moving to Cleveland. It never occurred to them to think of death as anything final. She lived almost five years after he died and then just faded out like a wilting flower. Her heart muscle became weakened and after a few painless attacks, she just went to sleep. I wish I were half the woman she was. She seemed to know all the answers to motherhood instinctively.