If you'd like me to make additions or corrections to a memorial, please use the EDIT tab and be sure to include your contributor #. Any information posted on my memorials that is not on the headstone was added per contributor's suggestions or further research. I try to sight my research in the biography. If you find a relative of yours, I'd be more than glad to transfer management. If you have relatives in the Cloquet, MN area, I would be happy to do further research to help you locate obits from the local newspapers!Please feel free to use any of the gravestone photos for your family history. If you use a personal or family photo, please acknowledge where you obtained it from. Some of my lines I'm interested in are: Kelley, Lukken, Walker, Rohde, Poepping, Denne, Tarnowski

WE ARE THE CHOSEN ONES
My feelings are that in each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.
To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but instead breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us. Tell our story! So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors "You have a wonderful family, you would be proud of them"; How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying "I can't let this happen". The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers. That is why I do my family genealogy and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.

By: Della M. Cummings Wright ~ Rewritten by her granddaughter, Della JoAnn McGinnis Johnson ~ Edited and reworded by: Tom Dunn (Reprinted from member number 48117472)

If you'd like me to make additions or corrections to a memorial, please use the EDIT tab and be sure to include your contributor #. Any information posted on my memorials that is not on the headstone was added per contributor's suggestions or further research. I try to sight my research in the biography. If you find a relative of yours, I'd be more than glad to transfer management. If you have relatives in the Cloquet, MN area, I would be happy to do further research to help you locate obits from the local newspapers!Please feel free to use any of the gravestone photos for your family history. If you use a personal or family photo, please acknowledge where you obtained it from. Some of my lines I'm interested in are: Kelley, Lukken, Walker, Rohde, Poepping, Denne, Tarnowski

WE ARE THE CHOSEN ONES
My feelings are that in each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.
To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but instead breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us. Tell our story! So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors "You have a wonderful family, you would be proud of them"; How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying "I can't let this happen". The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers. That is why I do my family genealogy and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.

By: Della M. Cummings Wright ~ Rewritten by her granddaughter, Della JoAnn McGinnis Johnson ~ Edited and reworded by: Tom Dunn (Reprinted from member number 48117472)