I live in Texas and have been interested in genealogy and family history for quite some time.

I've found the Find A Grave web site helpful in researching my family history.

If you find a memorial of a relative or friend you would like to maintain, and it's not my relative or a dear friend, I will be happy to transfer the memorial to you.

If you have a better picture of a headstone than I have taken let me know and I will delete mine.

I appreciate the work done by others and I'm happy to return the favor by adding content as time permits.


I don't know who wrote this poem but how true it is.

THE CEMETERY PHOTOGRAPHER

Wandering among the stones I see
The stones so weathered and worn
‘Tis difficult to find the date
On which the babe was born

I stare at the stone and am struck with awe
At the life that I knew was gone
This was someone's child, a babe so sweet
With loved ones to carry on

So I take a photo for all to see
For the family that remains
An everlasting memory of
A child of God's domain

I brush the weeds back from the stone
And say a silent prayer
For the babes that had no chance to live
And for mothers everywhere

The dove calls out it's mourning song
Among the stones so still
Echoes of the woes, through time
The choirs of despair

The stone will someday perish
The flowers will be gone
But a photo now remains of this
Their memory lives on!

And so my friend, don't hesitate
To film the weathered stone
Those who live within your hearts
Are never truly gone!

I live in Texas and have been interested in genealogy and family history for quite some time.

I've found the Find A Grave web site helpful in researching my family history.

If you find a memorial of a relative or friend you would like to maintain, and it's not my relative or a dear friend, I will be happy to transfer the memorial to you.

If you have a better picture of a headstone than I have taken let me know and I will delete mine.

I appreciate the work done by others and I'm happy to return the favor by adding content as time permits.


I don't know who wrote this poem but how true it is.

THE CEMETERY PHOTOGRAPHER

Wandering among the stones I see
The stones so weathered and worn
‘Tis difficult to find the date
On which the babe was born

I stare at the stone and am struck with awe
At the life that I knew was gone
This was someone's child, a babe so sweet
With loved ones to carry on

So I take a photo for all to see
For the family that remains
An everlasting memory of
A child of God's domain

I brush the weeds back from the stone
And say a silent prayer
For the babes that had no chance to live
And for mothers everywhere

The dove calls out it's mourning song
Among the stones so still
Echoes of the woes, through time
The choirs of despair

The stone will someday perish
The flowers will be gone
But a photo now remains of this
Their memory lives on!

And so my friend, don't hesitate
To film the weathered stone
Those who live within your hearts
Are never truly gone!