I am a retired Florist by profession and a photographer for fun. I have been researching my family for several years now. My family includes McPeak, Parkinson, Phelps, Blacklidge, Turner, Harper, Nation, Upton, McMurphy, Raney, Anderson, Morris, Floyd, Mattingly and Woodruff. If anyone wants to use my headstone photographs for their family trees, you are welcome to do so. Please give me credit when using them. DO NOT USE any of the photos of people that I have put on the memorials without first getting my permission. *•.¸¸& ¸¸.•* Dear Ancestor *•.¸¸ ¸¸."Your tombstone stands among the rest; neglected and alone /The name and date are chiseled out on polished, marbled stone /It reaches out to all who care /It is too late to mourn /You did not know that I'd 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. Walter Butler Palmer

I am a retired Florist by profession and a photographer for fun. I have been researching my family for several years now. My family includes McPeak, Parkinson, Phelps, Blacklidge, Turner, Harper, Nation, Upton, McMurphy, Raney, Anderson, Morris, Floyd, Mattingly and Woodruff. If anyone wants to use my headstone photographs for their family trees, you are welcome to do so. Please give me credit when using them. DO NOT USE any of the photos of people that I have put on the memorials without first getting my permission. *•.¸¸& ¸¸.•* Dear Ancestor *•.¸¸ ¸¸."Your tombstone stands among the rest; neglected and alone /The name and date are chiseled out on polished, marbled stone /It reaches out to all who care /It is too late to mourn /You did not know that I'd 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. Walter Butler Palmer