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Daniel Boone “Dan” Yeary

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Daniel Boone “Dan” Yeary

Birth
Lee County, Virginia, USA
Death
16 May 1929 (aged 83–84)
Estill County, Kentucky, USA
Burial
Powell County, Kentucky, USA Add to Map
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My Great Grandfather

Daniel Boone Yeary is my Great-Grandfather. He was born 1845 in Lee County Virginia son of William Yeary Jr. and Lucinda Koger. Daniel married 9 June 1870 Mahulda Powell in Powell County Kentucky. At the time of his death he was living at the home of his daughter and son in law, Sarah and Jonathan Hall at Cob Hill in Estill County Kentucky.

Daniel was a Confederate Soldier during the War Between the States.

DEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiselled out
On polished, marbled 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 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.
Faye
My Great Grandfather

Daniel Boone Yeary is my Great-Grandfather. He was born 1845 in Lee County Virginia son of William Yeary Jr. and Lucinda Koger. Daniel married 9 June 1870 Mahulda Powell in Powell County Kentucky. At the time of his death he was living at the home of his daughter and son in law, Sarah and Jonathan Hall at Cob Hill in Estill County Kentucky.

Daniel was a Confederate Soldier during the War Between the States.

DEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiselled out
On polished, marbled 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 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.
Faye


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