I really enjoy this website. I wish more people would find it, especially those in Europe who are searching for records of those who crossed the ocean in hopes of a better life, and also to help those of us, on this side of the pond, who would love to see pictures of the gravestones of our ancestors whom we can't go visit.

Thank you to everyone who has helped make this a great meeting ground for exchange.

If I have created a memorial for someone who is a member of your family, and you would like to have its' management transfered to you, just let me know.

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"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 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."

(This poem was written in 1906 by Walter Butler Palmer).
Originally posted by FAG Volunteer, JP Rayder. Love it! Thank you!

I really enjoy this website. I wish more people would find it, especially those in Europe who are searching for records of those who crossed the ocean in hopes of a better life, and also to help those of us, on this side of the pond, who would love to see pictures of the gravestones of our ancestors whom we can't go visit.

Thank you to everyone who has helped make this a great meeting ground for exchange.

If I have created a memorial for someone who is a member of your family, and you would like to have its' management transfered to you, just let me know.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"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 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."

(This poem was written in 1906 by Walter Butler Palmer).
Originally posted by FAG Volunteer, JP Rayder. Love it! Thank you!