Connecting families of the Mid Ohio Valley,one gravestone at a time.

We have been doing genealogy for many years. We love the Find a Grave website and really enjoy cemetery hopping to take photo requests.

We photograph whole cemeteries, so if you see someone we have entered that is related to you, we would be more than happy to transfer them to you. Just ask. After all, that is what Find A Grave is all about. People maintaining their family's memorials, because who knows more about them than their own family.

DEAR ANCESTOR,
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.

Walter Butler Palmer

Connecting families of the Mid Ohio Valley,one gravestone at a time.

We have been doing genealogy for many years. We love the Find a Grave website and really enjoy cemetery hopping to take photo requests.

We photograph whole cemeteries, so if you see someone we have entered that is related to you, we would be more than happy to transfer them to you. Just ask. After all, that is what Find A Grave is all about. People maintaining their family's memorials, because who knows more about them than their own family.

DEAR ANCESTOR,
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.

Walter Butler Palmer