My madien name is Lamoni , born in Blythe Calif.
I have a family tree on Ancestey.com ~ The Lamoni Jenkins family connection .

Just a few names that I am researching !
My family ; Lamoni , Zanarini , Corsini, Rhodes, Davis, Walpole and Hartman
My Husbands ; Jenkins ,Spencer, Norris and Cox
Inlaws from my children ; Escue , Von Lossberg,
Stracener , Towery , Nelson , Sackhiem and Visser

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Dear Ancestor
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'd 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

Those We Love Don't Go Away,
They Walk Beside Us Every Day,
Unseen, Unheard, But Always Near,
Still Loved, Still Missed And Very Dear.

They continue to live in our hearts, in our memories, in Heaven.

My madien name is Lamoni , born in Blythe Calif.
I have a family tree on Ancestey.com ~ The Lamoni Jenkins family connection .

Just a few names that I am researching !
My family ; Lamoni , Zanarini , Corsini, Rhodes, Davis, Walpole and Hartman
My Husbands ; Jenkins ,Spencer, Norris and Cox
Inlaws from my children ; Escue , Von Lossberg,
Stracener , Towery , Nelson , Sackhiem and Visser

...............................................

Dear Ancestor
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'd 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

Those We Love Don't Go Away,
They Walk Beside Us Every Day,
Unseen, Unheard, But Always Near,
Still Loved, Still Missed And Very Dear.

They continue to live in our hearts, in our memories, in Heaven.