Be a Good Ancestor
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History remembers only the celebrated, genealogy remembers them all.
- Laurence Overmire
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I see dead people's headstones,
even in my sleep ~ TXLiz
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=N-Q9AX-RKQU/
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*Like A Message In A Bottle*
Essentially, every entry on Findagrave is like a message in a bottle; not the old fashioned kind that was tossed hopefully into the vast and briny sea, but the high tech one that floats out on the ether and can be accessed by thousands of searchers every day. May we make our connections with our ancestors and others like ourselves who are searchers, sentimental rememberers, and guardians of past lives and times. - Little Orange in the Big Apple
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I am not dead, I have only become inhuman: 
That is to say, 
Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities, 
But not as a man 
Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete 
Stripping for the race. 
The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer 
Of certain fictions 
Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain 
And expand with pleasure; 
Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope: 
That's gone, it is true; 
(I never miss it; if the universe does, 
How easily replaced!) 
But all the rest is heightened, widened, set free. 
I admired the beauty 
While I was human, now I am part of the beauty. 
I wander in the air, 
Being mostly gas and water, and flow in the ocean; 
Touch you and Asia 
At the same moment; have a hand in the sunrises 
And the glow of this grass. 
I left the light precipitate of ashes to earth 
For a love-token.
- Robinson Jeffers

Be a Good Ancestor
......
History remembers only the celebrated, genealogy remembers them all.
- Laurence Overmire
……
I see dead people's headstones,
even in my sleep ~ TXLiz
....…
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=N-Q9AX-RKQU/
......
*Like A Message In A Bottle*
Essentially, every entry on Findagrave is like a message in a bottle; not the old fashioned kind that was tossed hopefully into the vast and briny sea, but the high tech one that floats out on the ether and can be accessed by thousands of searchers every day. May we make our connections with our ancestors and others like ourselves who are searchers, sentimental rememberers, and guardians of past lives and times. - Little Orange in the Big Apple
......
I am not dead, I have only become inhuman: 
That is to say, 
Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities, 
But not as a man 
Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete 
Stripping for the race. 
The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer 
Of certain fictions 
Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain 
And expand with pleasure; 
Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope: 
That's gone, it is true; 
(I never miss it; if the universe does, 
How easily replaced!) 
But all the rest is heightened, widened, set free. 
I admired the beauty 
While I was human, now I am part of the beauty. 
I wander in the air, 
Being mostly gas and water, and flow in the ocean; 
Touch you and Asia 
At the same moment; have a hand in the sunrises 
And the glow of this grass. 
I left the light precipitate of ashes to earth 
For a love-token.
- Robinson Jeffers