I have been researching my family (Bigelow-Hunt-Burgess-Smith-Wheelbarger-Burton-Cooper-Spainhour)as well as my fiance's family (Williams-Cooper) for a couple years. I have had access to some great research already conducted by other family members and have tried to expand upon their work or provide additional documentation. One of the resources I initially found helpful was Find a Grave. I wanted to show my appreciation for the assistance shown to me so I have taken pictures and started adding memorials for this site to help others in their search quests as well.

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marble 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 heart contracts and beat a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled over a 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.
~Walter Butler Palmer~

I have been researching my family (Bigelow-Hunt-Burgess-Smith-Wheelbarger-Burton-Cooper-Spainhour)as well as my fiance's family (Williams-Cooper) for a couple years. I have had access to some great research already conducted by other family members and have tried to expand upon their work or provide additional documentation. One of the resources I initially found helpful was Find a Grave. I wanted to show my appreciation for the assistance shown to me so I have taken pictures and started adding memorials for this site to help others in their search quests as well.

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marble 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 heart contracts and beat a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled over a 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.
~Walter Butler Palmer~