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I live in Eugene, Oregon. If there are any corrections, or additions you need in my area, please email me. :)|
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|J||Maggie Power 9342349|
you have the wrong birth year on her memorial:
gravemarker has birth year 1846
Please make the correction.
Added by J on Oct 21, 2012 6:14 AM
Jenn I came out to Oregon last week and was able to visit the McCoy's graves. Just wanted to say thank you for finding them and making it possible for me me too see them.
|Steve Boddy||RE: Tracie McAdam|
I met her the summer of 89. A coworker of mine name Ramon who worked at the Pizza Hut on Eubank and Montgomery and drove a little white sports car set us up and we dated for a little while. She was a remarkable person and I was in complete shock when I heard she had taken her own life. That just didn't seem like something she would do. I heard it was over a guy she was dating I can't remember the name but I think his name was scott or shawn or something. I just never thought she could do that. I miss a great person and a great friend. Do you have any photos you could send me? email@example.com.
|GenealogyGirl||Happy New Year 2010|
I hope that you and your family have a wonderful and prosperous year and that you all have a safe holiday weekend.
|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!"
|Someone Who Cares...||Suggestion|
I see you don't have much text / info for the Byers FIND A GRAVE page. I am in hopes you will consider adding the material below for: Christopher Mark Byers:
Christopher liked to laugh 'n pretend 'n explore 'n play in a dense grove of trees affectionately named by the children in the area: 'Sherwood Forest'. Sadly, this was where Chris met his doom. The lad was an innocent child whose life was stolen - along with two other neighborhood boys. It was a tragedy then and it remains a heartbreak years after the loss - to those who knew the trio of youngsters as well as all of the people of Arkansas.
|Laura Spence||Joseph E Morris|
Thanks for creating the memorial for my grandfather Joseph E Morris
May the Lord Bless and Keep you Safe, and I hope that you have a Wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year.
I hope that you and your family have a wonderful Easter holiday.
|Crimson Eric||Thank u|
take your time no rush u have helped me so much just for finding them. I could never thank u enough for that.
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