Born on Luke Air force Base - Phoenix Az
Member: First United Presbyterian Church - Ypsilanti, Mi
Graduated: Ypsilanti High School 1970
Moved to Englewood Florida in 1970 and became a state certified Building Contractor & also a state certified Roofing Contractor. Moved to Ocala, Florida in 1997. Built many homes in numerous counties throughout the state of Florida. Enjoy family, fishing, boating, and being on the water in my spare time.
I have 2 children, Allen Wayne of Plant City, Florida & Michelle Rene (Dethloff) Ziegler of Eustis Florida.
1 step-son, Chad Al Stevens in the Pittsburg area.



Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.


Author unknown

Born on Luke Air force Base - Phoenix Az
Member: First United Presbyterian Church - Ypsilanti, Mi
Graduated: Ypsilanti High School 1970
Moved to Englewood Florida in 1970 and became a state certified Building Contractor & also a state certified Roofing Contractor. Moved to Ocala, Florida in 1997. Built many homes in numerous counties throughout the state of Florida. Enjoy family, fishing, boating, and being on the water in my spare time.
I have 2 children, Allen Wayne of Plant City, Florida & Michelle Rene (Dethloff) Ziegler of Eustis Florida.
1 step-son, Chad Al Stevens in the Pittsburg area.



Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.


Author unknown