I've been working on my family history off and on for about 25 years now. I love contributing to this site and doing the genealogical research.
I have contributed pictures and info that I have spent the time to research. If you use any of my pictures or other information I have posted, please let me know or at least be courteous enough to acknowledge me as the source.

"A people that takes no pride in the noble achievements of remote ancestors will never achieve anything worthy to be remembered with pride by remote descendants." – Macauley.

Your Tombstone

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've been working on my family history off and on for about 25 years now. I love contributing to this site and doing the genealogical research.
I have contributed pictures and info that I have spent the time to research. If you use any of my pictures or other information I have posted, please let me know or at least be courteous enough to acknowledge me as the source.

"A people that takes no pride in the noble achievements of remote ancestors will never achieve anything worthy to be remembered with pride by remote descendants." – Macauley.

Your Tombstone

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