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Avington W Harper

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Avington W Harper

Birth
Georgia, USA
Death
2 Jul 1882 (aged 69–70)
Rutledge, Morgan County, Georgia, USA
Burial
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Son of William Peterson (I) and Mary S. "Polly" (Dennis) Harper

2nd Spouse: Sarah Elizabeth "Sallie" Brewer ~ married March 13, 1838, Morgan Co., Georgia. Her 1st Spouse was " unknown" Lewis.

Their son William Henry Elisha Harper (m. Mary Ann Harper)

NOTE:
My 2nd Great Grandfather is Avington W. Harper. He was married to Sarah Elizabeth Brewer (formally Sarah Lewis)

In Memory Of An Ancestor From Long Ago

Your tombstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone.
The name and the date are chiseled out
On polished, and marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care,
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist,
You died before 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,
A long, long time 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.

Poem written by: Walter Butler Palmer
Son of William Peterson (I) and Mary S. "Polly" (Dennis) Harper

2nd Spouse: Sarah Elizabeth "Sallie" Brewer ~ married March 13, 1838, Morgan Co., Georgia. Her 1st Spouse was " unknown" Lewis.

Their son William Henry Elisha Harper (m. Mary Ann Harper)

NOTE:
My 2nd Great Grandfather is Avington W. Harper. He was married to Sarah Elizabeth Brewer (formally Sarah Lewis)

In Memory Of An Ancestor From Long Ago

Your tombstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone.
The name and the date are chiseled out
On polished, and marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care,
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist,
You died before 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,
A long, long time 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.

Poem written by: Walter Butler Palmer


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