Wife of Reuben Ivey, Daughter of Thomas Hudson∼NOTE:
Elizabeth's headstone is one
of those rare headstone with
erroneous information.
Elizabeth was living with her
son, William T. Ivy and grandson,
Philip W. Bush, on the 1870 census.
Pg 27, Belmont, Dw 207 Fam 209
Daughter of Thomas Hudson
Married Reuben Ivey
January 2, 1821 - Robeson Co., NC
Mother of 7 children:
Jacob Ivey
Martha J. Ivey
Jason W. Ivey
Julia Ann [Ivey]Bush/Harral/Caraway
Sarah Ivey
Alsey Ann Ivey
William Thomas "Tom" Ivy
Poem Author Unknown
Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished, marbled stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I'd exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
one hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
and come to visit you.
Author Unknown
Elizabeth's headstone is one
of those rare headstone with
erroneous information.
Elizabeth was living with her
son, William T. Ivy and grandson,
Philip W. Bush, on the 1870 census.
Pg 27, Belmont, Dw 207 Fam 209
Daughter of Thomas Hudson
Married Reuben Ivey
January 2, 1821 - Robeson Co., NC
Mother of 7 children:
Jacob Ivey
Martha J. Ivey
Jason W. Ivey
Julia Ann [Ivey]Bush/Harral/Caraway
Sarah Ivey
Alsey Ann Ivey
William Thomas "Tom" Ivy
Poem Author Unknown
Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished, marbled stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I'd exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
one hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
and come to visit you.
Author Unknown
Wife of Reuben Ivey, Daughter of Thomas Hudson∼NOTE:
Elizabeth's headstone is one
of those rare headstone with
erroneous information.
Elizabeth was living with her
son, William T. Ivy and grandson,
Philip W. Bush, on the 1870 census.
Pg 27, Belmont, Dw 207 Fam 209
Daughter of Thomas Hudson
Married Reuben Ivey
January 2, 1821 - Robeson Co., NC
Mother of 7 children:
Jacob Ivey
Martha J. Ivey
Jason W. Ivey
Julia Ann [Ivey]Bush/Harral/Caraway
Sarah Ivey
Alsey Ann Ivey
William Thomas "Tom" Ivy
Poem Author Unknown
Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished, marbled stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I'd exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
one hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
and come to visit you.
Author Unknown
Elizabeth's headstone is one
of those rare headstone with
erroneous information.
Elizabeth was living with her
son, William T. Ivy and grandson,
Philip W. Bush, on the 1870 census.
Pg 27, Belmont, Dw 207 Fam 209
Daughter of Thomas Hudson
Married Reuben Ivey
January 2, 1821 - Robeson Co., NC
Mother of 7 children:
Jacob Ivey
Martha J. Ivey
Jason W. Ivey
Julia Ann [Ivey]Bush/Harral/Caraway
Sarah Ivey
Alsey Ann Ivey
William Thomas "Tom" Ivy
Poem Author Unknown
Dear Ancestor
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished, marbled stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I'd exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
one hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
and come to visit you.
Author Unknown
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