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I've been asking questions about my family tree since I was about three years old. I have a tree in Ancestry.com that, while it will always be a work in progress, is pretty loaded. Some of my family names include Wylie, Lane, Rogers, Grannis, Elkins, Darling, Pilbeam, Masten, Hanlon, Clement(s), Sanford - and many, many more. Some are from Arkansas, and some are from New York; some were on the Mayflower and some met them at the boat!

I love this poem, also; I think it speaks for all of us.

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 Walter Butler Palmer Find A Grave Memorial# 87759950

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Find_a_Grave?wprov=sfti1
I've been asking questions about my family tree since I was about three years old. I have a tree in Ancestry.com that, while it will always be a work in progress, is pretty loaded. Some of my family names include Wylie, Lane, Rogers, Grannis, Elkins, Darling, Pilbeam, Masten, Hanlon, Clement(s), Sanford - and many, many more. Some are from Arkansas, and some are from New York; some were on the Mayflower and some met them at the boat!

I love this poem, also; I think it speaks for all of us.

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 Walter Butler Palmer Find A Grave Memorial# 87759950