I started taking pictures and adding data after my own mother died.
I was doing research on a neighborhood history project and accidently ran across a picture of that families' mausoleum on find a grave.
After looking at the site, I decided to add my family to the collection. When I took pictures of my families stones, I took others near them. Then I took pictures of good looking stones and monuments and odd ones or old ones.
Now, I try to honor any I find. I feel I am helping people find their history and honoring those who went before us.
I hope that if anyone finds their loved ones through me, that they will see it in that way.

Many Blessings,

Pam
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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 found this lovely poem on the site of Dave Buckmaster - I loved it and "borrowed" it.

I started taking pictures and adding data after my own mother died.
I was doing research on a neighborhood history project and accidently ran across a picture of that families' mausoleum on find a grave.
After looking at the site, I decided to add my family to the collection. When I took pictures of my families stones, I took others near them. Then I took pictures of good looking stones and monuments and odd ones or old ones.
Now, I try to honor any I find. I feel I am helping people find their history and honoring those who went before us.
I hope that if anyone finds their loved ones through me, that they will see it in that way.

Many Blessings,

Pam
----------------------------

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 found this lovely poem on the site of Dave Buckmaster - I loved it and "borrowed" it.