Son of Bevely Bush
& Julia Ann [Ivey] Bush
Married Sarah Caroline Christmus
August 10, 1870 - Leeseville, TX
Children:
Jane Elizabeth "Jennie" [Bush] O'Neal
Jason Belvely Bush
Julia E. [Bush] Harrold
Robert Henry Bush
L. C. Bush
Sarah Dove "Dovie" Bush
Mary M. "Mamie" [Bush] O'Neal
Philip Tom "Boss" Bush
John T. G. Bush
Cynthia "Belle" [Bush] Willeford
Philip was known as one to cure
Thrash; people brought their
babies to him to breath into
their mouths and cure them of
Thrash.
Poem Author Unknown
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.
Author Unknown
& Julia Ann [Ivey] Bush
Married Sarah Caroline Christmus
August 10, 1870 - Leeseville, TX
Children:
Jane Elizabeth "Jennie" [Bush] O'Neal
Jason Belvely Bush
Julia E. [Bush] Harrold
Robert Henry Bush
L. C. Bush
Sarah Dove "Dovie" Bush
Mary M. "Mamie" [Bush] O'Neal
Philip Tom "Boss" Bush
John T. G. Bush
Cynthia "Belle" [Bush] Willeford
Philip was known as one to cure
Thrash; people brought their
babies to him to breath into
their mouths and cure them of
Thrash.
Poem Author Unknown
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.
Author Unknown
Son of Bevely Bush
& Julia Ann [Ivey] Bush
Married Sarah Caroline Christmus
August 10, 1870 - Leeseville, TX
Children:
Jane Elizabeth "Jennie" [Bush] O'Neal
Jason Belvely Bush
Julia E. [Bush] Harrold
Robert Henry Bush
L. C. Bush
Sarah Dove "Dovie" Bush
Mary M. "Mamie" [Bush] O'Neal
Philip Tom "Boss" Bush
John T. G. Bush
Cynthia "Belle" [Bush] Willeford
Philip was known as one to cure
Thrash; people brought their
babies to him to breath into
their mouths and cure them of
Thrash.
Poem Author Unknown
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.
Author Unknown
& Julia Ann [Ivey] Bush
Married Sarah Caroline Christmus
August 10, 1870 - Leeseville, TX
Children:
Jane Elizabeth "Jennie" [Bush] O'Neal
Jason Belvely Bush
Julia E. [Bush] Harrold
Robert Henry Bush
L. C. Bush
Sarah Dove "Dovie" Bush
Mary M. "Mamie" [Bush] O'Neal
Philip Tom "Boss" Bush
John T. G. Bush
Cynthia "Belle" [Bush] Willeford
Philip was known as one to cure
Thrash; people brought their
babies to him to breath into
their mouths and cure them of
Thrash.
Poem Author Unknown
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.
Author Unknown
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