|Judy in California (#46930755)|
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"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'd 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 (but still searching)
THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN
Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where others cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.
Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.
Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds -
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hallowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.
Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.
'A man who thinks too much about his ancestors is like a potato - the best part of him is underground.'' Dr Henry Sage Fenimore Cooper
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|Cheryl Hanson||Nettie Belle Aery|
You were correct. I changed her name and updated her memorial. Looks like I am going to have to check everything people send me.
Thank you very much,
|David Melton||Jobe B Edens|
Judy, Thank you for the knid words! If here are Edens located there do you pictures of them as well?
|BobBoston||RE: David Brown|
You are very welcome, Celebrate Volunteerism!!!
|Sara and Harvey Causey||RE: Maude & Julius Hudspeth|
You're very welcome. It was our pleasure.
|Jim TeVogt||Cooper in NYM|
You are very welcome Judy. I'm glad I could help. This was my first visit to that cemetery and it was an interesting experience.
|Patricia Dunbar||Sarah Stacey Find A Grave Memorial# 36407985|
Hi Judy...Checked my notes I made back in 1998 and the inscruption reads...Sarah Stacey Feb 22 to May 3, 1937.
|Connie Clark||RE: Mildred and Clarence Hardy|
Hi Judy, thank you for your kind words , it was out pleasure . We love going find a graving! We also found Mildred and Clarence Hardy died 2002 and 1941. They do not have memorials made. Not sure, but figured they were related . Took pictures😬 best wishes, Connie and Wayne
|TLH||RE: William Porter Burgett|
it's best to call them to get it now days. The company recently changed hands.
Added by TLH on Aug 04, 2014 11:27 AM
|John & Retta Waggoner||John Stone Cemetery|
We enjoyed visiting this beautiful cemetery and taking these photos for you. A while back I purchased a Clay County Cemetery book on ebay. On a visit to this cemetery I carried the book and to my shock and surprise the former owners whose names were written on the inside cover were buried there.
(Wade & Loretta Stone). They had added several margin notes about their family. When I was having a problem locating the cemetery in the index I looked on the top of the page and written in pencil was "Stone page 227". Uncanny.
|Jane Stacy Eubanks||Harrison Stacy|
Hi Judy...the only info I have on my Harrison is that his father was Benjamin Stacy and he was born in Kentucky and died in Arkansas. I believe all my Stacy's were from Kentucky.
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