I've been doing family research for about 30 years now with family trees on Ancestry.com and a family book in the works. Find A Grave is another tool I really like and use often. As time allows I try to give back, taking pictures, adding memorials and other information to help others, as others have helped me. Thank you. I do ask for memorial transfers, often, it's my last loving gift to care for my family and friends.

Family connections: My side, Madler, Neff, Petkoff, Maticsek, Knight, Clellen, Gleason, Wells, and husband's side. Gauntt, Shew, Hill, Deason, Arnett, Brantley, Tremaine, Arnett, and Hammer.

"Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble 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 and blood and 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 how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew.
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you."

-Walter Butler Palmer

I've been doing family research for about 30 years now with family trees on Ancestry.com and a family book in the works. Find A Grave is another tool I really like and use often. As time allows I try to give back, taking pictures, adding memorials and other information to help others, as others have helped me. Thank you. I do ask for memorial transfers, often, it's my last loving gift to care for my family and friends.

Family connections: My side, Madler, Neff, Petkoff, Maticsek, Knight, Clellen, Gleason, Wells, and husband's side. Gauntt, Shew, Hill, Deason, Arnett, Brantley, Tremaine, Arnett, and Hammer.

"Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble 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 and blood and 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 how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew.
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you."

-Walter Butler Palmer