My maiden name is Hainsworth.

My parents names were Harold Dean & Mildred Pauline (McCort) Hainsworth.

My husband is John Brian Norris, his parents were Harold Richard "Dick" & Peggy "Jolene" (Hundley) Norris.

We live in South Central Kansas & enjoy researching family history. We had been taking a photographic history of Tombstones for both sides of our family and were pleased when we found the Find A Grave database. Looking forward to research & inputting information on the website.

Below is a poem I found on another volunteer's profile.
It is credited to Thelma Greene Reagan "Recording of a Cemetery"

Today we walked where others walked on a lonely, windswept hill; today we talked where others cried for loved ones whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched by graves of tiny babies; snatched from the arms of loving kin, in the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where the grandparents lay in the last sleep of their time; Lying under the trees and clouds - Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot; Who lies beneath this hallowed ground? Was it a babe, child, young or old? No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay. We had been here once before on a day we'd all like to forget, but will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin the graves of ancestors past; to be preserved for generations hence, a record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend, for stones sometimes crumble to dust and generations of folks yet to come will be grateful for your trust.

My maiden name is Hainsworth.

My parents names were Harold Dean & Mildred Pauline (McCort) Hainsworth.

My husband is John Brian Norris, his parents were Harold Richard "Dick" & Peggy "Jolene" (Hundley) Norris.

We live in South Central Kansas & enjoy researching family history. We had been taking a photographic history of Tombstones for both sides of our family and were pleased when we found the Find A Grave database. Looking forward to research & inputting information on the website.

Below is a poem I found on another volunteer's profile.
It is credited to Thelma Greene Reagan "Recording of a Cemetery"

Today we walked where others walked on a lonely, windswept hill; today we talked where others cried for loved ones whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched by graves of tiny babies; snatched from the arms of loving kin, in the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where the grandparents lay in the last sleep of their time; Lying under the trees and clouds - Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot; Who lies beneath this hallowed ground? Was it a babe, child, young or old? No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay. We had been here once before on a day we'd all like to forget, but will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin the graves of ancestors past; to be preserved for generations hence, a record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend, for stones sometimes crumble to dust and generations of folks yet to come will be grateful for your trust.