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~We Are The Chosen~
In each family there is one that 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 story tellers of the family. 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 fact. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes 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 keep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a family. 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 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 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 whom we had never known before. We are the Chosen.
by Della M. Cummings Wright; rewritten by her granddaughter Dell Jo Ann McGinnis Johnson; edited and reworded by Ton Dunn, 1943.
We have been documenting our family tree for over 18+ years and continue to add photos and documents. I would like to invite anyone who has an interest in our family tree and branches to share any of their information with us. It could be some information about families of the area where they lived, or pictures of the area, present or even better, days past. However; please do not add duplicate memorials of our family member or branches here on Find A Grave. Instead create a Virtual Cemetery or Virtual Family on your bio page and link the family.
Thank you goes to my sister, Gloria who first answered the call; scribing each fact of our existence documentating a lot of historical events of our family and branches.
Thank you goes to our cousin, Laverne [née Prewitt] Oliver for historical events on the Prewitt, Ellis, Hyche and branches in Tuscaloosa County Alabama.
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