Seeking information on the descendants of Major General James Shields. I have been told that he is my Great, Great, Great Grandfather but there is no solid evidence of this. He has a Son named Charles Shields who settled in Carrollton, Carroll County Missouri. This is where the trail goes cold for me.

Charles Shields was a lawyer in Carrollton where there is a Monument to Major General James Shields. Looking for information on Charles Shields and his descendants.

My Great Grandfather is named Earl Joe Shields he was the 1st husband of Alma Smith who lived in Osawatomie Kansas and is buried there. A picture of her Gravestone is here on this site. A picture of the Gravestone of my Grandfather who is also named Earl Shields is here on this site. I can't find any information about who The Father and Mother of Earl Joe Shields were.

Dedication by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Translated by Walter Kaufmann.

Dedication

You come back, wavering shapes, out of the past
In which you first appeared to clouded eyes.
Should I attempt this time to hold you fast?
Does this old dream still thrill a heart so wise?
You crowd? You press? Have, then, your way at last.
As from the mist around me you arise;
My breast is stirred and feels with youthful pain
The magic breath that hovers round your train.

With you return pictures of joyous days,
Shadows that I loved again draw near;
Like a primeval tale, half lost in haze,
First love and friendship also reappear;
Grief is renewed, laments retrace the maze
Of Life's strange labyrinthian career,
Recalling dear ones who, by fortune's treason
Robbed of fair hours, passed before my season.

They will not hear me as I sing these songs,
The parted souls to whom I sang the first;
Gone is that first response, in vain one longs
For friendly crowds that have long been dispersed.
My grief resounds to strangers, unknown throngs
Applaud it, and my anxious heart would burst.
Whoever used to praise my poem's worth,
If they still live, stray scattered through the earth.

And I am seized by long forgotten yearning
For that kingdom of spirits, still and grave;
To flowing song I see my feelings turning,
As from aeolian harps, wave upon wave;
A shudder grips me, tear on tear falls burning,
Soft grows my heart, once so severe and brave;
What I possess, seems far away to me,
And what is gone becomes reality. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Seeking information on the descendants of Major General James Shields. I have been told that he is my Great, Great, Great Grandfather but there is no solid evidence of this. He has a Son named Charles Shields who settled in Carrollton, Carroll County Missouri. This is where the trail goes cold for me.

Charles Shields was a lawyer in Carrollton where there is a Monument to Major General James Shields. Looking for information on Charles Shields and his descendants.

My Great Grandfather is named Earl Joe Shields he was the 1st husband of Alma Smith who lived in Osawatomie Kansas and is buried there. A picture of her Gravestone is here on this site. A picture of the Gravestone of my Grandfather who is also named Earl Shields is here on this site. I can't find any information about who The Father and Mother of Earl Joe Shields were.

Dedication by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Translated by Walter Kaufmann.

Dedication

You come back, wavering shapes, out of the past
In which you first appeared to clouded eyes.
Should I attempt this time to hold you fast?
Does this old dream still thrill a heart so wise?
You crowd? You press? Have, then, your way at last.
As from the mist around me you arise;
My breast is stirred and feels with youthful pain
The magic breath that hovers round your train.

With you return pictures of joyous days,
Shadows that I loved again draw near;
Like a primeval tale, half lost in haze,
First love and friendship also reappear;
Grief is renewed, laments retrace the maze
Of Life's strange labyrinthian career,
Recalling dear ones who, by fortune's treason
Robbed of fair hours, passed before my season.

They will not hear me as I sing these songs,
The parted souls to whom I sang the first;
Gone is that first response, in vain one longs
For friendly crowds that have long been dispersed.
My grief resounds to strangers, unknown throngs
Applaud it, and my anxious heart would burst.
Whoever used to praise my poem's worth,
If they still live, stray scattered through the earth.

And I am seized by long forgotten yearning
For that kingdom of spirits, still and grave;
To flowing song I see my feelings turning,
As from aeolian harps, wave upon wave;
A shudder grips me, tear on tear falls burning,
Soft grows my heart, once so severe and brave;
What I possess, seems far away to me,
And what is gone becomes reality. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe