& Elizabeth [Hudson] Ivey
Married 3 times:
(1) Bevely Bush
October 1850 - Carroll Co., Mississippi
1 son - Philip W. Bush
(2) William R. Harral
December 14, 1856 - Gonzales Co., TX
3 sons of this marriage:
Robert B. Harral
Thomas Dennis Harral
R.H. Harral
(3) Henry Caraway
Lady cattle rancher:
She registered her brand
October 13, 1874
It was 781 [no one knows
why she chose the 3 numbers].
She was an excellent horseman.
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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Dear G-G-Great Grandmother
Your tombstone of unpolished
native sandstone, handcarved
and weathered away.
Your name and dates once so plain,
have now faded and gone today.
GGG-Granddaughter, LoRetta
& Elizabeth [Hudson] Ivey
Married 3 times:
(1) Bevely Bush
October 1850 - Carroll Co., Mississippi
1 son - Philip W. Bush
(2) William R. Harral
December 14, 1856 - Gonzales Co., TX
3 sons of this marriage:
Robert B. Harral
Thomas Dennis Harral
R.H. Harral
(3) Henry Caraway
Lady cattle rancher:
She registered her brand
October 13, 1874
It was 781 [no one knows
why she chose the 3 numbers].
She was an excellent horseman.
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
***************************
Dear G-G-Great Grandmother
Your tombstone of unpolished
native sandstone, handcarved
and weathered away.
Your name and dates once so plain,
have now faded and gone today.
GGG-Granddaughter, LoRetta