I am a medically retired Correctional Officer, who has served 27 years behind the walls, keeping the worst of the worst safe from citizens and families on the streets.
I have lost many coworkers over the years to the stigma of mental illness, depression, and general illness. I am trying to do my part to make sure they are NEVER forgotten, and have created memorials to them in their memory. Would you please be so kind to sponsor one of them?
If I've helped you out in any way and you want to pay it forward please sponsor my beloved Grandmother Bernice Steinberg Miller #136152715.

Thomas Vienola #240941833
Richard Sitte #240943708
Michael Kloberdanz #240943536
Donald Mentzel Jr. #233983579
Daniel Creighbaum #226058759
Thomas Devoe #221055881
David Michael Johannes#218393937
Clyde Czarnecki #197216921
James Dillman #191377618
Jeffrey Engelmann #187630216
Cash St. Catherine #177823071
Dennis Page #186664559
Lisa Gregory#186663329
David Rasmussen #91049084
Kelly Bourgeois#184709442
Thomas Schroeder#166765108
Kim Schelfhout #187674585
Peter Lehner # 126927295
Randy Blechl #136043620
Jack Wilkinson #188178231
Mike Meitzen #188179970
Michael Wright #192135379
Cpt. Bruce Muraski #194461806
Tracey Smith #202730001
Jaina M. Ziegler #
Col. George W. Carter #149662993

I am interested in researching any genealogy information and graves belonging to any of my family names below:

My Mother's Side:
Steinberg/Ullman/Ullmann/Hollman/Holmann/Wille/Kroll/Rhode from Prussia, Germany/Poland to Wisconsin

My Father's Side:
Parker/Osborne/Walker/Rutland/Jones/Moore /Lane/Rutherford/Gamble/Lassister/Gregory/O'Neil from England and Scotland to Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, Carolinas, and Texas

My husband's Paternal Family:
Ziegler/Charbonneau/Boudry/Chartier/Trudeau from France to Quebec, Canada down to Fond du lac, Wisconsin.

My husband's Maternal Family
Carter/Neal/Schwanke/Doolittle/Buehlow
From Scotland and England to Iowa, Indiana, and Wisconsin

****You have my permission to use any of my photos at anytime, no need to ask!

****If you volunteer on this website and decide you no longer want to maintain memorials, please transfer your records to someone who has an active account and are willing to take over management of the memorials. I am one of many willing to take over records. Feel free to contact me should you wish that someone maintain the memorials you have created.
Right now, you can email [email protected] if you have someone who has accepted stewardship over the memorials you added. Please send in their member number with your email.
(Borrowed from another FAG Contributor)

WE ARE THE CHOSEN

My feelings are in each family we are 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.
To me, 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.
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 facts.
It goes to who I am and why I do the things I do?
It goes to 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 deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation.
It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us
That we might be born who we are.
That we might remember them.
So we do.
With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence,
Because we are them and they are us.
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 their place in the long line of family storytellers.
That is why I do my family genealogy,
And that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.
[Author: Della M. Cumming ca 1943.]

I am a medically retired Correctional Officer, who has served 27 years behind the walls, keeping the worst of the worst safe from citizens and families on the streets.
I have lost many coworkers over the years to the stigma of mental illness, depression, and general illness. I am trying to do my part to make sure they are NEVER forgotten, and have created memorials to them in their memory. Would you please be so kind to sponsor one of them?
If I've helped you out in any way and you want to pay it forward please sponsor my beloved Grandmother Bernice Steinberg Miller #136152715.

Thomas Vienola #240941833
Richard Sitte #240943708
Michael Kloberdanz #240943536
Donald Mentzel Jr. #233983579
Daniel Creighbaum #226058759
Thomas Devoe #221055881
David Michael Johannes#218393937
Clyde Czarnecki #197216921
James Dillman #191377618
Jeffrey Engelmann #187630216
Cash St. Catherine #177823071
Dennis Page #186664559
Lisa Gregory#186663329
David Rasmussen #91049084
Kelly Bourgeois#184709442
Thomas Schroeder#166765108
Kim Schelfhout #187674585
Peter Lehner # 126927295
Randy Blechl #136043620
Jack Wilkinson #188178231
Mike Meitzen #188179970
Michael Wright #192135379
Cpt. Bruce Muraski #194461806
Tracey Smith #202730001
Jaina M. Ziegler #
Col. George W. Carter #149662993

I am interested in researching any genealogy information and graves belonging to any of my family names below:

My Mother's Side:
Steinberg/Ullman/Ullmann/Hollman/Holmann/Wille/Kroll/Rhode from Prussia, Germany/Poland to Wisconsin

My Father's Side:
Parker/Osborne/Walker/Rutland/Jones/Moore /Lane/Rutherford/Gamble/Lassister/Gregory/O'Neil from England and Scotland to Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, Carolinas, and Texas

My husband's Paternal Family:
Ziegler/Charbonneau/Boudry/Chartier/Trudeau from France to Quebec, Canada down to Fond du lac, Wisconsin.

My husband's Maternal Family
Carter/Neal/Schwanke/Doolittle/Buehlow
From Scotland and England to Iowa, Indiana, and Wisconsin

****You have my permission to use any of my photos at anytime, no need to ask!

****If you volunteer on this website and decide you no longer want to maintain memorials, please transfer your records to someone who has an active account and are willing to take over management of the memorials. I am one of many willing to take over records. Feel free to contact me should you wish that someone maintain the memorials you have created.
Right now, you can email [email protected] if you have someone who has accepted stewardship over the memorials you added. Please send in their member number with your email.
(Borrowed from another FAG Contributor)

WE ARE THE CHOSEN

My feelings are in each family we are 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.
To me, 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.
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 facts.
It goes to who I am and why I do the things I do?
It goes to 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 deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation.
It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us
That we might be born who we are.
That we might remember them.
So we do.
With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence,
Because we are them and they are us.
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 their place in the long line of family storytellers.
That is why I do my family genealogy,
And that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.
[Author: Della M. Cumming ca 1943.]