|Brittney Jones (#46863812)|
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My name is Brittney. I grew up in Nashville, Tennessee, but now live in Mount Juliet, TN for the past three years.|
I have three children; a six year old boy named Tristen, a three year old girl named Mahalah, and a one year old boy named Sascha Marley.
I am currently attending a career institute to become a medical assistant. I hope to one day become a nurse so I can help children with leukemia.
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Thank you for leaving flowers for my daughter. Did you go to school with her ? or how did you know Ladina?
|Anne Cabaniss Greer||My brother jack Cabaniss|
Hello, I am Anne Cabniss Greer, a sister ti Jack. I jsut now found how to do this for his grave. I saw yu had left an angel, and was wondering how you knew my brother. If u did it for no reason then, thank you very much. I am 60, and always tried to look after my brother while growing up, and when I lost him, I was devastated. Thank ypu for caring enough to leave the gift and hoep yhou will contact me of how yhou know hom. It is very improtant to me. anne
Question: Am writing a book about William Harding Jackson of Nashville. Your last name is Jones, as was my mother's maiden name - grandaughter of Dr. George Washington Jones of Denham Springs, LA. Elders in the Jones family were friends of the Jacksons, or relatives by marriage. Would you have any info of the connection? email@example.com
Added by VC on Apr 30, 2011 8:59 AM
One Thing At Christmas We Always Like To Do...Is Send "God's Blessings" To Special Ones Like You. God Bless You With The Most Joyous Christmas Season. I Thank My God Upon Every Remembrance Of You.~Philippians 1:3 Ron & Jan
|Jim R. Keener||Thank you Brittney|
Thanks for leaving flowers for my Mom.
|Nina (In memory of my son Brent Allen Morgan)||ma|
I was so impressed when I seen what you were studying. My daughter is also studying ma, she had open heart surgery when she was two and would also like to help people. I am going to wish you well in your career with much success.
|GenealogyGirl||Genealogist's Christmas Eve|
'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even my spouse.
The dining room table with clutter was spread
With pedigree charts and with letters which said...
"Too bad about the data for which you wrote;
Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat."
Stacks of old copies of wills and such
Were proof that my work had become too much.
Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And I at my table was ready to drop
From work on my album with photos to crop.
Christmas was here, and such was my lot
That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot.
Had I not been busy with grandparents' wills,
I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills,
While others bought gifts to bring Christmas cheers,
I'd spent time researching those birth dates and years.
While I was thus musing about my sad plight,
A strange noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the drapes and yanked up the sash.
When what with my wondering eyes should appear,
But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer.
Up to the house top the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys and 'ole Santa Claus, too.
And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs.
As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash,
Down the cold chimney fell Santa--KER-RASH!
"Dear" Santa had come from the roof in a wreck,
And tracked soot on the carpet, (I could wring his short neck!)
Spotting my face, good 'ole Santa could see
I had no Christmas spirit you'd have to agree.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk).
Here was Santa, who'd brought us such gladness and joy:
When I'd been too busy for even one toy.
He spied my research on the table all spread
"A genealogist!" He cried! (My face was all red!)
"Tonight I've met many like you," Santa grinned,
As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned.
I gazed with amusement--the cover it read
Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Plead.
"I know what it's like as a genealogy bug."
He said as he gave me a great Santa hug.
"While the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry,
I do some research in the North Pole Library!
A special treat I am thus able to bring,
To genealogy folk who can't find a thing."
"Now off you go to your bed for a rest,
I'll clean up the house from this genealogy mess."
As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee,
I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me.
While settling in bed, I heard Santa's clear whistle,
To his team, which then rose like the down of a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"Family history is Fun! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!"
|Valenciaღ Asiaღ Angel of Mine💕||Thank you|
for visting my daughter's memorial page, so deeply touched for every single visit. Bless you always, my friend
|Carl||Thank you for leaving flowers for Pammie|
That was so very kind of you! Regards, Carlton
Added by Carl on May 28, 2009 5:03 PM
|Patricia Collins Silvers||Collins-Jones family|
Brittany,My family are Collins-Jones from Osceola Missouri.Have been trying to find family from there.My name is Patricia Collins-Silvers.My father is Omer Lee Collins.His mother is Melissa A.Jones Collins.His father is George Foster Collins. Could you let me know if you have relatives around there,we may be related.thank you.
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