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Upon passing I leave my memorial contributions to Contributor 48560933
Born in Columbus, Ohio, a graduate of South High School and Ohio University (cum laude).
Started working when I was in the sixth grade, worked as a waitress, cashier, worked on assembly lines, was a programmer analyst, Six Sigma specialist, and Senior Quality Engineer for several major companies. I have worked and gone to school all my life.
Genealogy is about Research, Documentation, and Caring …. Where you find information is where you document it, no matter the path we take …. Tis the journey we all walk with love and respect for those who have gone before us.
Happy moments, praise God
Difficult moments, seek God
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God
Every moment, thank God
Prayer for Genealogists
Lord, help me dig into the past
And sift the sands of time
That I might find the roots that made
This family tree of mine.
Lord, help me trace the ancient road
On which my fathers trod
And led them through so many lands
To find our present sod.
Lord, help me find an ancient book
Or dusty manuscript
That's safely hidden now away
In some forgotten crypt.
Lord, let it bridge the gap that haunts
My soul when I can't find
The missing link between some name
That ends the same as mine.
•*¨*•☆•*¨*• Bobbi's rule
One can catch the Wind
If One has a Wind Capture tool
•*¨*•☆•*¨*• Pamela A. Harazim
Strangers in the Box
Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, serene.
I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like.
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where, when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed away?
Make time to save your pictures,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
•*¨*•☆•*¨*• Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892-1950
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light !
•*¨*•☆•*¨*• Della M. Cummings Wright
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness
•*¨*•☆•*¨*• Carl Jung
WE ARE THE CHOSEN
My feelings are in each family we are 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.
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 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 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.
Those we love don't go away; they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near; still loved, still missed and very dear
Life should not be just a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming woo hoo what a ride!
You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair.
•*¨*•☆•*¨*• Theodore Roosevelt
"Do what you can, with what you have, where you are"
Death is the Gateway to Heaven and the dwelling place of God and the destination of His children.
Stop my friend as you pass by
As you are now so once was I
As I am now you too will be
so prepare yourself and follow me
"Out there beyond right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I will meet you there."
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