I am a 42 year old Montana native and love to spend my free time working on genealogy and writing about Montana related matter. I especially love working on Ancestry.com and putting information together and meeting others who share common interests. It is the best form of treasure hunting there is! I am related to the Ponds, Kirkpatricks, Vances, Coffins, Slaters, Kepplers, and many other Montana Pioneer families.If there is anything I can provide you with or if you need assistance with cemetery images, just ask! I spend alot of time visiting these sites and can take a photo for you! Please contact me at [email protected]

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Dear Ancestor,
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and the date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who cares
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.

I am a 42 year old Montana native and love to spend my free time working on genealogy and writing about Montana related matter. I especially love working on Ancestry.com and putting information together and meeting others who share common interests. It is the best form of treasure hunting there is! I am related to the Ponds, Kirkpatricks, Vances, Coffins, Slaters, Kepplers, and many other Montana Pioneer families.If there is anything I can provide you with or if you need assistance with cemetery images, just ask! I spend alot of time visiting these sites and can take a photo for you! Please contact me at [email protected]

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Dear Ancestor,
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and the date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who cares
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.