I've recently began working on my Families Ancestry Tree. I found this site very helpful on a number of occasions. And If it were not for this site I feel I would have never known I had a Great Uncle buried at the Arlington National Cemetery. Also, I've noticed there are many people out there photographing cemeteries. I'd like to thank everyone of you for doing so. I believe in doing so you have helped a good many people locating their loved ones.
Just a little note to my profile picture. My Wife took this picture of me in 2015. I wanted this picture taken because this is the very spot I stood as someone told me of a girl who he was trying to help. This took place in 1990. He was holding a McDonalds bag in his hand telling me it was for her to brighten her day. There’s more to the story of what was going on in her life but I’ll leave it at that. It would be 2 years later that I would meet this same girl, who was then a woman. She spoke of a man named Jay Johnson. And her story about how much he helped her in a time of need. Then it hit me as to who I was speaking to. Just two years later in September of 1992, I would speak to who would become my Wife. Heather

I've recently began working on my Families Ancestry Tree. I found this site very helpful on a number of occasions. And If it were not for this site I feel I would have never known I had a Great Uncle buried at the Arlington National Cemetery. Also, I've noticed there are many people out there photographing cemeteries. I'd like to thank everyone of you for doing so. I believe in doing so you have helped a good many people locating their loved ones.
Just a little note to my profile picture. My Wife took this picture of me in 2015. I wanted this picture taken because this is the very spot I stood as someone told me of a girl who he was trying to help. This took place in 1990. He was holding a McDonalds bag in his hand telling me it was for her to brighten her day. There’s more to the story of what was going on in her life but I’ll leave it at that. It would be 2 years later that I would meet this same girl, who was then a woman. She spoke of a man named Jay Johnson. And her story about how much he helped her in a time of need. Then it hit me as to who I was speaking to. Just two years later in September of 1992, I would speak to who would become my Wife. Heather