My Mission

The Guiding Hand, or Providential Direction, if we are lucky, occurs to us at the right moment. Sometimes people come to one’s cognizance just at the very moment in which one needs them; that one glides over great adventures as if with shut eyes, remaining ignorant of what would have led one to discover the truths being sought.
Such was our situation in the Mexia City Cemetery. Seemingly alone we were without a clue as to where to look for our ancestors. In the distance the sound of a weed whacker drifted upon the easy breeze leading us to Wayne, the grounds keeper. Wayne knew all about the Leamons, having been a friend of Jimmie Frank. Within seconds, we not only located the graves but were also privileged to be introduced to Freddy Dabney, neighbor and close friend of the Leamons’ family since childhood.
As a child I would accompany my grandmother, Sudie Elizabeth, on visits with her mother, Hattie Mae Leamons Brown, and Jimmie Frank, my grandmother’s brother. These visits were not without great fear, on my part, for the house was directly across the street, a stone’s throw, from the cemetery. It never ceases to amaze me, as I grow older, how one can see things in a different light. The cemetery, no longer appears to be foreboding, but rather peaceful and welcoming.
With the fence between us, standing guard like a sentinel over the cemetery, Dabney recited several priceless stories of Jimmie Frank Leamons.
When a genealogist gathers information regarding ancestors so much of it is simply statistics. However, when one is fortunate enough to be able to add personal information, this makes all the difference.

Note: Any photo I have posted on Find a Grave is intended to be used.... Please feel free to use them in personal use and documentation of your love ones. You have my permission.

My Mission

The Guiding Hand, or Providential Direction, if we are lucky, occurs to us at the right moment. Sometimes people come to one’s cognizance just at the very moment in which one needs them; that one glides over great adventures as if with shut eyes, remaining ignorant of what would have led one to discover the truths being sought.
Such was our situation in the Mexia City Cemetery. Seemingly alone we were without a clue as to where to look for our ancestors. In the distance the sound of a weed whacker drifted upon the easy breeze leading us to Wayne, the grounds keeper. Wayne knew all about the Leamons, having been a friend of Jimmie Frank. Within seconds, we not only located the graves but were also privileged to be introduced to Freddy Dabney, neighbor and close friend of the Leamons’ family since childhood.
As a child I would accompany my grandmother, Sudie Elizabeth, on visits with her mother, Hattie Mae Leamons Brown, and Jimmie Frank, my grandmother’s brother. These visits were not without great fear, on my part, for the house was directly across the street, a stone’s throw, from the cemetery. It never ceases to amaze me, as I grow older, how one can see things in a different light. The cemetery, no longer appears to be foreboding, but rather peaceful and welcoming.
With the fence between us, standing guard like a sentinel over the cemetery, Dabney recited several priceless stories of Jimmie Frank Leamons.
When a genealogist gathers information regarding ancestors so much of it is simply statistics. However, when one is fortunate enough to be able to add personal information, this makes all the difference.

Note: Any photo I have posted on Find a Grave is intended to be used.... Please feel free to use them in personal use and documentation of your love ones. You have my permission.