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If you are looking for a FAMILY MEMBER'S grave and find a picture here please feel free to use it.

Ancestry or Billion graves.com. You may NOT duplicate any of my information in any way. Especially adding it to Ancestry. Ancestry owns Find a Grave and they have links to take you to a memorial. So copying and paste to Ancestry is redundant.


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Unknown we are to each other...through time our paths have crossed...so as we visit one to another...know as family you shall never be lost.


In my family I'm considered the one who "knows where the bodies are buried".


I consider Cemeteries to be outdoor museums.

I am proud to be referred to as "The Family Historian."


THE CEMETERY PHOTOGRAPHER


Wandering among the stones I see

The stones so weathered and worn

'Tis difficult to find the date

On which the babe was born


I stare at the stone and am struck with awe

At the life that I knew was gone

This was someone's child, a babe so sweet

With loved ones to carry on


So I take a photo for all to see

For the family that remains

An everlasting memory of

A child of God's domain


I brush the weeds back from the stone

And say a silent prayer

For the babes that had no chance to live

And for mothers everywhere


The dove calls out it's mourning song

Among the stones so still

Echoes of the woes, through time

The choirs of despair


The stone will someday perish

The flowers will be gone

But a photo now remains of this

Their memory lives on!


And so my friend, don't hesitate

To film the weathered stone

Those who live within your hearts

Are never truly gone.


I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7


"The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life."

— Jessica Sorensen


"We Are the Chosen"

by Della M. Cummings Wright; Rewritten by her granddaughter Dell Jo Ann McGinnis Johnson; Edited and Reworded by Tom Dunn, 1943.


"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.


Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before us cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves.


How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us." 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 I am, 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 the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth, without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach. 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 they and they are the sum of who we are.


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 my 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 restore the memory or greet those who we had never known before."

If you are looking for a FAMILY MEMBER'S grave and find a picture here please feel free to use it.

Ancestry or Billion graves.com. You may NOT duplicate any of my information in any way. Especially adding it to Ancestry. Ancestry owns Find a Grave and they have links to take you to a memorial. So copying and paste to Ancestry is redundant.


----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Unknown we are to each other...through time our paths have crossed...so as we visit one to another...know as family you shall never be lost.


In my family I'm considered the one who "knows where the bodies are buried".


I consider Cemeteries to be outdoor museums.

I am proud to be referred to as "The Family Historian."


THE CEMETERY PHOTOGRAPHER


Wandering among the stones I see

The stones so weathered and worn

'Tis difficult to find the date

On which the babe was born


I stare at the stone and am struck with awe

At the life that I knew was gone

This was someone's child, a babe so sweet

With loved ones to carry on


So I take a photo for all to see

For the family that remains

An everlasting memory of

A child of God's domain


I brush the weeds back from the stone

And say a silent prayer

For the babes that had no chance to live

And for mothers everywhere


The dove calls out it's mourning song

Among the stones so still

Echoes of the woes, through time

The choirs of despair


The stone will someday perish

The flowers will be gone

But a photo now remains of this

Their memory lives on!


And so my friend, don't hesitate

To film the weathered stone

Those who live within your hearts

Are never truly gone.


I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7


"The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life."

— Jessica Sorensen


"We Are the Chosen"

by Della M. Cummings Wright; Rewritten by her granddaughter Dell Jo Ann McGinnis Johnson; Edited and Reworded by Tom Dunn, 1943.


"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.


Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before us cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves.


How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us." 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 I am, 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 the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth, without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach. 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 they and they are the sum of who we are.


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 my 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 restore the memory or greet those who we had never known before."

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