Family is important whether you knew
them or not. They influenced your life. Thank you to my 1st cousin Jerry Liedl for showing me this website.
WALKING THROUGH A CEMETERY….
Is peaceful. Seeing art carvings on stones.
Ages of people and wondering their stories. Once as I was walking through an old cemetery for family I "heard a voice" say "please find my family". Tell them I am here. Wow! No one was around. I looked down and saw single grave a young person. I took photo, wrote down name. No other graves with surname in cemetery according to sexton. I researched the name. Fortunately, it was a census year. . I wrote down names and started the tree. Later down the line I found a living person who directed me to the family historian.
When I asked if the name was familiar, the answer was, "YES!". I explained my story. They cried. The family had been looking for generations. Story was the family was going west. The child, was ill so they stopped in a town. Child died and was buried. No one remembered what town or where. Just Ohio. I sent pictures of grave, house, church, and census (spelled wrong in census). You would think I would remember name, cemetery or something…. Guess my brained deleted info and filled it with another.
ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE…
Message me for my story. Funniest ever.

Family is important whether you knew
them or not. They influenced your life. Thank you to my 1st cousin Jerry Liedl for showing me this website.
WALKING THROUGH A CEMETERY….
Is peaceful. Seeing art carvings on stones.
Ages of people and wondering their stories. Once as I was walking through an old cemetery for family I "heard a voice" say "please find my family". Tell them I am here. Wow! No one was around. I looked down and saw single grave a young person. I took photo, wrote down name. No other graves with surname in cemetery according to sexton. I researched the name. Fortunately, it was a census year. . I wrote down names and started the tree. Later down the line I found a living person who directed me to the family historian.
When I asked if the name was familiar, the answer was, "YES!". I explained my story. They cried. The family had been looking for generations. Story was the family was going west. The child, was ill so they stopped in a town. Child died and was buried. No one remembered what town or where. Just Ohio. I sent pictures of grave, house, church, and census (spelled wrong in census). You would think I would remember name, cemetery or something…. Guess my brained deleted info and filled it with another.
ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE…
Message me for my story. Funniest ever.