I am interested in connecting my family members but willing to help someone if I can.

My family names are as follows:

Kurkowski - Michigan, New York and Poland
Goeschel - Michigan and Austria
Knights - Michigan and Tunstead, Norfolk, England
Hamilton - Michigan, New York and New Jersey
Cronk/Cronkhite - Michigan and New York
Harmon - Michigan, New York, Connecticut and Vermont
Priest - Michigan and Bloxham, Oxfordshire, England
Cory - Michigan, New York and New Jersey
Sheldon - Michigan, Massachusetts and Bakewell, Derbyshire, England
Rossetter "Rossiter" - Michigan and Ohio
Leavitt - Vermon, Connecticut and Massachusetts
Remington - Connecticut and Massachusetts

DEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest; neglected and alone.
The names and dates are chiseled out, on marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care, it is to late to morn.
You did not know that I exist, you died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh, blood and 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 have loved you so.
I wonder if you knew, that someday I would come and visit you.

Author Unknown

I am interested in connecting my family members but willing to help someone if I can.

My family names are as follows:

Kurkowski - Michigan, New York and Poland
Goeschel - Michigan and Austria
Knights - Michigan and Tunstead, Norfolk, England
Hamilton - Michigan, New York and New Jersey
Cronk/Cronkhite - Michigan and New York
Harmon - Michigan, New York, Connecticut and Vermont
Priest - Michigan and Bloxham, Oxfordshire, England
Cory - Michigan, New York and New Jersey
Sheldon - Michigan, Massachusetts and Bakewell, Derbyshire, England
Rossetter "Rossiter" - Michigan and Ohio
Leavitt - Vermon, Connecticut and Massachusetts
Remington - Connecticut and Massachusetts

DEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest; neglected and alone.
The names and dates are chiseled out, on marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care, it is to late to morn.
You did not know that I exist, you died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh, blood and 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 have loved you so.
I wonder if you knew, that someday I would come and visit you.

Author Unknown