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Thomas Asbury Huckabee

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Thomas Asbury Huckabee

Birth
Fannin County, Georgia, USA
Death
4 May 1931 (aged 72)
Johnson County, Arkansas, USA
Burial
Johnson County, Arkansas, USA Add to Map
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Thomas Huckabee is the son of Joseph Daughtery Huckabee and Mary Russell.

Thomas married Sultana Harkins Feb. 18, 1882.

Thomas and Sultana are the parents of Joseph Huckabee, John Huckabee, James Huckabee, Laura Huckabee-Simmons, Bertie Huckabee-Brace, Drew Huckabee, Tera Huckabee-Griffin, Charles Huckabee and Marybelle Huckabee-Griffin.


Thank you to my distant cousin Kelly for the headstone photo.


Dear Ancestor,
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and the date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who cares
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.

Author Unknown


Thomas Huckabee is the son of Joseph Daughtery Huckabee and Mary Russell.

Thomas married Sultana Harkins Feb. 18, 1882.

Thomas and Sultana are the parents of Joseph Huckabee, John Huckabee, James Huckabee, Laura Huckabee-Simmons, Bertie Huckabee-Brace, Drew Huckabee, Tera Huckabee-Griffin, Charles Huckabee and Marybelle Huckabee-Griffin.


Thank you to my distant cousin Kelly for the headstone photo.


Dear Ancestor,
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and the date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who cares
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.

Author Unknown




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