I have been researching the genealogy of my family for the last few years, and have enjoyed doing so. That led me to wonder about the final resting place of my ancestors. A family friend pulled me into the Find A Grave program when he created a virtual cemetery for my family. I was delighted and willingly took over the management of those records.

Over a couple of centuries, my family migrated from Virginia to Tennessee; then to Missouri; then to Indian Territory in Oklahoma before it became a state. My mother's family homesteaded in the corner of southwest Kansas. My father's family farmed in Eastern Colorado. During the 1920s, both families migrated to California, seeking new opportunity. There, my parents met and I was born.

In California, I was part of a large extended family formed through the intermarrying of four families. My cousins and I lost touch with our ancestral roots, although my grandfather, John R. Hacker seemed to know where various relatives lived. Unfortunately, we paid little attention to him. Then, a few of us started doing some research. We conferred with each other, compared notes. Two of my cousins gave me all of their materials so I could carry on.

It has been a great journey to discover what I have discovered. Now, I am trying to help others by taking photos of headstones in my area of Central Kentucky.

I have been researching the genealogy of my family for the last few years, and have enjoyed doing so. That led me to wonder about the final resting place of my ancestors. A family friend pulled me into the Find A Grave program when he created a virtual cemetery for my family. I was delighted and willingly took over the management of those records.

Over a couple of centuries, my family migrated from Virginia to Tennessee; then to Missouri; then to Indian Territory in Oklahoma before it became a state. My mother's family homesteaded in the corner of southwest Kansas. My father's family farmed in Eastern Colorado. During the 1920s, both families migrated to California, seeking new opportunity. There, my parents met and I was born.

In California, I was part of a large extended family formed through the intermarrying of four families. My cousins and I lost touch with our ancestral roots, although my grandfather, John R. Hacker seemed to know where various relatives lived. Unfortunately, we paid little attention to him. Then, a few of us started doing some research. We conferred with each other, compared notes. Two of my cousins gave me all of their materials so I could carry on.

It has been a great journey to discover what I have discovered. Now, I am trying to help others by taking photos of headstones in my area of Central Kentucky.