In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.
Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us, "Tell our story!" So, we do.
In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us." How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.
It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying, "I can't let this happen." The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish, how they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.
It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth. Without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach.
That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do.
With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they and they are the sum of who we are. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take my place in the long line of family storytellers.
That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and restore the memory or greet those whom we had never known before.
Website of interest in the SYMBOLISM of gravestone design
Thank you very much for answering my message. I have all the information on Olive Faye Riley, since she was my uncles mother. I also have some information on her parents - Charles Ross Baker and Bessie Covert.
RE: Olive Fay Baker Riley Yes, Olive Fay Baker Riley was my uncles mother. She died at age 37; at that time, my uncle was only 7 yrs. old, so he doesn't remember much about his family, thus my giving him help with the search of Baker's and Riley's (Owen Riley from County Cavan, Ireland).
RE: COL JOHN H. BAKER Hi: Thank you very much for answering my email. Yes, I am doing this for my uncle who is 89 yrs. young and didn't know much about his family history, so he asked me to see what I could find out. His mother was a Baker (Olive Faye Baker)and she comes from Cap't. John Hontas Baker - I am doing the line on his son Henry. Any information you have on this family would be very much appreciated. There were so many children in these families, that it is hard to keep track of all of them. I see at the top i inserted Col. instead of Cap't. John Hontas Baker. And there is no connection between these Bakers and the ones from Kentucky, right? Again, thank you so much for any help you can give me on Cap't. John Hontas Baker.
RE: Miller Yes, I am descended from Jacob Miller & Sarah Romberger. I have Sarah's line pretty far back; however, I knew only that she & Jacob died after 1850. I am curious as to how you found her death date and burial site. Do you know if Jacob is buried there as well? My "assumption" is that Jacob's parents came from Germany, only because I can get no further back than a birth year of 1766-1767. I wonder though if perhaps he may be a son of Wendell Miller (born in PA and migrated to North Carolina).My grandfather always insisted his father (John Ellsworth) or his grandfather (Wendel) was an Indian. I was always skeptical, but some other "oddities" he "claimed" i have found were true. And my grandfather "looked' Indian and that trait has followed his sons (my Uncles) and his grandchildren (my male cousins). Also, my cousin recently passed, and her mother (my Aunt) has this large portrait of an Indian that always hung in my grandparents home, but nobody knows now who it was or why my grandfather had it. I appreciate any help and offer any help I can give as well. Look forward to hearing from you, Deb Adams