I live in Tucson, AZ and am willing to travel to any cemetery in this area, as well as Phoenix, Benson, Bisbee, etc. Let me know where your interest is, and I can decide, based on gas prices! If I can go or not!
I'm a nurse, my father Loren Riggs (Ypsilanti, MI) died when I was very young, and I began genealogy as a way to "find family".
I am married with 4 children, and 4 grandchildren.
If you are a family member of someone I have posted, I am happy to transfer to you. (Unless they are also mine). My trees include Riggs, Mackinder,Cantrell,Coykendall,Force,Fredona, Thiele and Barbino
I can't do the "heat" in Arizona very well, but will try my best to fulfil requests, even in the summer.

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 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

I live in Tucson, AZ and am willing to travel to any cemetery in this area, as well as Phoenix, Benson, Bisbee, etc. Let me know where your interest is, and I can decide, based on gas prices! If I can go or not!
I'm a nurse, my father Loren Riggs (Ypsilanti, MI) died when I was very young, and I began genealogy as a way to "find family".
I am married with 4 children, and 4 grandchildren.
If you are a family member of someone I have posted, I am happy to transfer to you. (Unless they are also mine). My trees include Riggs, Mackinder,Cantrell,Coykendall,Force,Fredona, Thiele and Barbino
I can't do the "heat" in Arizona very well, but will try my best to fulfil requests, even in the summer.

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 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