I started this project to do my own parents and it got carried away. I had information from my family tree so I decided to put that information to use. If anyone that has information or see's something that needs to be corrected please let me know by e-mail. Feel free to leave flowers or post pictures. Please be considerate of other people. Curt

You don't have to ask to use any of my photo's. I put them on findagrave for everyone's enjoyment. Please don't use for commercial use.

"A Visit to the Gravesite"

Dear Ancestor,
Your Tombstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone.
The name and dates are chiseled here,
On polished marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care,
Though 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,
I wonder if you could have known,
Would spread among the ones you left
In all the seeds you've sown.
I wonder how you lived and loved?
I wonder if you ever knew?
That someday I would find you in this spot,
And come to visit you?

Walter Butler Palmer

I started this project to do my own parents and it got carried away. I had information from my family tree so I decided to put that information to use. If anyone that has information or see's something that needs to be corrected please let me know by e-mail. Feel free to leave flowers or post pictures. Please be considerate of other people. Curt

You don't have to ask to use any of my photo's. I put them on findagrave for everyone's enjoyment. Please don't use for commercial use.

"A Visit to the Gravesite"

Dear Ancestor,
Your Tombstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone.
The name and dates are chiseled here,
On polished marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care,
Though 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,
I wonder if you could have known,
Would spread among the ones you left
In all the seeds you've sown.
I wonder how you lived and loved?
I wonder if you ever knew?
That someday I would find you in this spot,
And come to visit you?

Walter Butler Palmer