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|Lloyd Donahoo (#47132707)|
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When I discovered this website, I was determined to try to be a part in bringing faces, stories and history to the people who have passed before us. My father and grandfather both kept diary books and left me with the sense that their ancesters needed to be remembered. I have done Genealogy research for many years on several names within my family. I have been entering cemetery information about others outside my family also. I find that this website is a valuable source when tracing ancestry so memorials of loved ones long past is important to me. I have found contributors to be very helpful and cooperative as I will try to be to others asking for information, transfers or even photographs if possible. Please use the edit tab to notify me of any changes or additions to a specific memorial. By the way, the picture to the left is of me (taken a while back.)|
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|Tom Lent||Patsey Lorton|
Hello. I'm finding in several places (like your Findagrave page on her) that Patsey Lorton is the mother of John Lorton's oldest children, including my ancestor James L. Lorton. But she would have been 12 when James was born in 1806. I think she must be John's second wife, but I can't find any support for my theory. Don't you think 12 is hard to believe? I know girls married young then, but still.
Added by Tom Lent on Oct 02, 2017 10:30 PM
|Louise||RE: Elkhorn Cemetery|
Thanks Lloyd for your response back. My 2nd great aunt is buried in this cemetery so I would think as a family member that this would be a cemetery that I can include in my research.
Specifically, I am looking for Lurainy Brown's parents: Nehemiah and Lurainy Melton.
Do you know who is on the cemetery board that I can address my question(s) to?
Thanks for your reply back......Louise Melton-Breen
Added by Louise on Sep 21, 2017 4:14 PM
I noticed the Donahoo name a lot in the Elkhorn cemetery today. What a beautiful cemetery and very well kept.
Do you know who is on the Elkhorn Cemetery Board and who I can contact to see if there is a list of everyone who is buried there??
Added by Louise on Sep 20, 2017 3:13 PM
|Pamela Ohrt Siebrandt||McLean James A & Clara|
I noticed on my Great grandfathers #69479098 & Great grandmothers#69479272
information regarding sibling list-
that my grand father's name is missing
John Paul McLean 1899-1975
I have created a page for him #182787227
If you have any questions please send me a note.
Thanks! Pamela Ohrt Siebrandt
my mother is Gloria McLean Ohrt daughter of
John P & Leona Hansen McLean
|Ann Thompson||Betsy Serena Larson|
According to family records, Betsy Serena Thompson (married Thomas J Larson) was born on April 17, 1863. I do not know how to verify that date.
I am certain that she was born to Thomas A and Kari Jonesdatter in the Fox River settlement in Mission Township, LaSalle County, Illinois.
Do you know who has the AT Thompson (her father) family Bible?
Thank you so much for adding this information to Find A Grave.
|John M.||RE: Emil Kotas|
Done. Thanks so much.
Added by John M. on Aug 20, 2017 2:51 PM
|John M.||Emil Kotas|
Regarding a suggested edit I made, there seems to be some confusion over who Emil Kotas's mother was. She was Marie Rozanek Kotas who died in the same year he was born, 1881, possibly as a result of childbirth. Her husband, Jan (John) Kotas then was remarried to Mary Reysek in 1882. Jan (John) had six subsequent children with her. I would hope my suggestions for linking Emil to his parents could be reconsidered.
Added by John M. on Aug 20, 2017 12:27 PM
|garrett596||Oren and Lena King|
Thank you so much, Lloyd....
|garrett596||Oren and Lena King|
May I use the headstone photo you have on Find A Grave for Oren and Lena King at Wyuka Cemetery, Nebraska City, NE on my family tree through Ancestry.
Judy - garrett596
Thought I'd share my favorite short, short story about remembering those who have died. Thank you for helping us remember.
An excerpt from Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman
There are three deaths: the first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
So you wait in this lobby until the third death. There are long tables with coffee, tea, and cookies – you can help yourself. There are people here from all around the world, and you can try to strike up a conversation with whomever you'd like. Just be aware that your conversation may be interrupted at any moment by the Callers, who call out your conversations partner's name to indicate there will never again be another remembrance of him by anyone on the Earth. Your partner slumps out, face like a shattered and re-glued plate, saddened even though he's kindly told by the Callers that he’s off to a better place. No one knows where that better place is, or what it offers, because no one exiting through that door has returned to tell us. Tragically, many people leave just as their loved ones arrive, since the loved ones were the only ones doing the remembering. We all wag our heads at that typical timing.
The whole place looks like an infinite airport waiting area, but the company is terrific. There are many famous people from history books here. If you get bored, you can strike out in any given direction, past aisles and aisles of seats. After many days of walking, you'll start to notice that people look different, and you'll hear the tones of foreign languages. People congregate amongst their own kind, and what one sees is the spontaneous emergence of territories that mirrors the way they were set up on the surface of the planet. With the exception of the oceans, you’re traversing a map of the Earth. Along with no oceans, there are no time zones either. No one sleeps here, even though they mostly wish they could. The place is evenly lit by fluorescent lights.
Not everyone is sad when the Callers shout out their names, when they call as though announcing the next flight departure. On the contrary, some people beg and plead when the Callers enter. They prostrate themselves at the Callers’ feet as the next names are read out. These are generally the folks who have been here a long time, too long, and especially those who are remembered for unfair reasons. For example, take the farmer over there, who drowned in a small river 200 years ago. Now his farm is the site of a small college, and the tour guides each week tell his story. So he’s stuck and he’s miserable. For the more his story is told, the more it drifts. He is utterly alienated from his name; it is no longer identical with him, but continues to bind. The cheerless woman across the way is praised as a saint, even though the roads in her heart were convoluted. The gray haired man at the vending machine was lionized as a warhero, then demonized as a warlord, and finally canonized as a necessary firebrand between two moments in history. He waits with aching heart for his statues to fall. And that is the curse of this room: since we live in the heads of those who remember us, we lose control of our lives and become who they want us to be.
Added by Aimee on Jul 23, 2017 10:22 AM
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