An Oklahoman by birth, Middle Tennessee has been my home since a young girl. Working on my family history provides countless hours of enjoyment each week. The occasional road trip to visit county Archives, relatives and 'Graveyarding' in local cemeteries provides the "icing on the cake" for my research. The primary families that I focus on are Pickens (MS,OK), Hilliker/Hillaker (Canada/Michigan), Taylor (Rockcastle,KY), Whaley (Canada/MI), Wheaton (MI), Fox (OH,KY), the Lamirands (Wanette,OK) and all those who have married into these families in my research. States that I love to visit on my genealogy travels are Oklahoma, Ohio, Michigan and Kentucky. Thankfully, my father-in-law completed the family history for my husband's side of the family. Those families include the Murphys(Liverpool), Maske(Germany/Poland), Spielman(Germany/Poland/Wis), and the many families affiliated with his extensive research. I have a wonderful family who supports this addiction. This introduction to a Facebook group by another member sums my it all up regarding this addiction:
"I am a self confessed Taphopilic. I need no cure, no medication. no rehab. just a walk, gently treading through the sleeping dead.", F. Cooper (Bahahahaha, love it!)
"When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice." ~Indian Proverb
"I know in my heart that man is good. That what is right will always eventually triumph. And there is purpose and worth to each and every life." ~ carved on the memorial wall at President Ronald Wilson Reagan's burial site. 1911-2004.
When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure. ~Author Unknown
"As we think well of ourselves, let us remember that we are standing on the shoulders of the generations before, for if they had not come, we would not be here."
We are the Chosen
In each family there is one that seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again; to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us: "Tell our story". So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family: you would be proud of us." How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just documenting fact. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to keep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth, without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they and they are the sum of who we are. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take my place I the long lone of family storytellers. That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and restore the memory or greet those whom we had never known before.
Unknown Author Noted at "Our Ancestors of Albert County" New Brunswick, Canada Host: Sheila Geldert Hannah
Yes, I sure would appreciate the transfer of my paternal first cousin. I'm also thankful to you for notifying me of his passing. The remainder of his immediate family lives in Florida or up in Tennessee and they never keep in contact with all of us cousins here in Alabama where Dickey was born and raised. MANY THANKS again for your thoughtfulness and all your hard work. Bye for now and hope you're having a blessed week,
RE: Re: Aldrich memorial Hi Helen. By any chance, you wouldn't know of any relatives of Pvt Aldrich who could recognize him, do you? The photo was contributed by the great-grandson of Albert J. Aldrich's third wife. She found the photo and assumed it was AJ's father.
If you are a distant relative of Pvt Aldrich, I suppose you and I are distant cousins, too. Pvt Aldrich was my maternal grandmother's first cousin. Their fathers were brothers, two of the seven boys and two girls in the family.
Lucinda Kempher 1842-1894 Regarding your edit request, I believe that Lucinda (1893-1905) is as stated, daughter of George Kempher. Lucinda 1842-1894 was wife of Jacob. I only entered the record for Jacob so am unable to remove the connection between Lucinda 1893-1905 with Jacob as spouse. Thanks. Karen