Greetings:This is a TREE of REMEMBRANCE,Remembering,ACKNOWLEDGING,and Celebrating the lives of LOVED ONES Lost...
Nobody is Perfect.We all make mistakes,Here and There along Lifes Journey.You have got to be NICE,as you do not know when you are Leaving,and the Future Generations need our help in preserving these PRECIOUS Memories.If they are yours(BLOODLINE)feel free to E-mail me and the transfer is Yours.I enjoy working this Wonderful,Clean Site.I do Love findagrave and have every intention of always maintaining my contributions,but I also have a very active "REAL LIFE".There are also other challenges that I face everyday that I do not feel the need to explain to strangers that are UPSET that they don't think I am Quick enough making changes for them on the Internet.Please be Patient.
Some of Mine,maybe a DOUBLE,a FEW, that I am working on the other Submitter has passed away,and has slightly different information than I have. So the search is on for proof, this Work GENEALOGY is never done. And we should try and be CIVIL towards others, as when your time is up, well,... Some of my Sources: Albion E-News,Albion,MI.;Brazosport Facts Newspaper,Clute,TX.and sometimes the Houston Chronicle,Houston,TX.Just to name a FEW!****************************************
Some on my Lineage,some Family Roots are at Cook's Prairie Cemetery,Calhoun Co.MI.Isaac Hopkins,#27897152;Charity Smith Hopkins;
Gr-Gr-Gr-G-pa,Daniel Henry Billinghurst,#7705063
Cousin Daniel Terry O'Dell, Findagrave #141335922
THE STORYTELLERS WE ARE THE CHOSEN
In each family there is one who seems to be called to find the Ancestors.To put flesh on their bones and make them Live again,to tell the Family Story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but,instead,breathing life into all who have gone on before. We are the Storytellers of the Tribe. All tribes have one.We have been called,as it were by our genes.Those who have gone before cry out to us "Tell our Story" ! So,we do.In finding them,we somehow find ourselves.
^^^^first part of said poem,
- Author UNKNOWN
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiselled out
on polished, marble 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.
One of my findagrave friends,whom I chanted with early on here on Findagrave is Love Mo~Proverbs 3:5&6
Please feel free to give her some pretty flowers!
# 74647264 please give some flowers to her.
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