Marx aka Marks Fair was a veteran of the Revolutionary War. He served in Capt. David Morgan's Company, Berks County Malitia. He was married to Catherine Moyer and had seven children. Six boys and one girl. Three of his sons were veterans of the War of 1812. My third great grandfather, Daniel, was one of those sons.

In 2009, I became a member of the Sons of the American Revolution to honor my 4th great grandfather. Many years were spent locating the necessary records and documents needed to join the S.A.R.

It's the Soldier who has given us the freedom of the press... It's the Soldier, who has given us the freedom of speech... It's the Soldier that ensures our right to Life, Liberty & the Pursuit of Happiness... It's the Soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag & whose coffin is draped by the flag.

* IN MEMORY OF OUR VETERANS * ~+++ Eternal rest grant unto them, Oh Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. +++~ Amen.

To all who rest here in peace and served their country faithfully may we always cherish our freedom by honoring their memory. Lest we forget.

A VETERAN - whether active duty, discharged, retired, reserve or passed away - is someone who, at one point in their life, wrote a blank check made payable to The United States of America, for an amount of up to, and including their life. Thank You for your Service to our Country. May God Bless You.

I am bound to them, though I cannot see their eyes or hear their voices. I honor their history. I cherish their lives. I will tell their story. I will remember them.

Author unknown.

We come through you and must not forget you. You lived - felt the sun and the wind and had life and we are of you, as our children and our children's children will be of us.

Peaceful be thy silent slumber,

Peaceful in thy grave so low;

Thou no more wilt join our number,

Thou no more our sorrows know.

Yet again we hope to meet thee,

When the day of life has fled;

And in Heaven with joy to greet thee

Where no farewell tears are shed.

Author Unknown

Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands among the rest, neglected and alone.

The name and dates have worn off the weathered marble stone.

It reaches out to all who care.

It's now too late to mourn.

You did not know that I'd exist, you died and I was born.

Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh, in blood, in bone.

Our hearts contract and beat a pulse entirely not our own.

Dear ancestor, the place you filled some hundred years ago spreads out among the ones you left who would have loved you so.

I wonder how you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew that someday I would find this place and come and visit you.

Author anonymous