Ever since I can remember, I have had a fascination with cemeteries. There was one right down the street from our school, we used to walk through it often, It was so peaceful and the monuments were so beautiful. My father Calvin Russell Swallow is buried there now. My sister Mel and I have gone back to Massachusetts and other New England States and explored the cemeteries looking for ancestors. Genealogy and searching cemeteries for family has been a treasured time with my sister. What a gift it is to have a sister to share your interests with.
I am hoping to make connections with distant cousins and share pictures and stories. I have posted many branches to our tree to do this.
I AM VERY LIBERAL WITH TRANSFERING MEMORIALS. MY PHOTOGRAPHS ARE FOR EVERYONE (COPY THEM AT YOUR PLEASURE) AND I FEEL NO SENSE OF OWNERSHIP OVER MEMORIALS THAT ARE NOT MY FAMILY. I LOVE DOCUMENTING GRAVES. I AM SOMEWHAT OFFENDED BY THOSE WHO DO NOT SHARE THAT SENSE OF GIVING. WE GET NO POINTS IN HEAVEN BY HOW MANY MEMORIALS WE CONTRIBUTED TO FINDAGRAVE. THERE ARE MANY FINE CONTRIBUTORS TO FIND A GRAVE AND A FEW THAT NEED TO GET OVER THEMSELVES. Remember...."God Loves a Cheerful Giver"!!
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A POEM FROM ALL OF US AVID GENEALOGIST'S!!
Your tombstone stands among the rest; neglected and alone. The name and dates are chiseled out on polished, marble stone. It reaches out to all who care; it is to 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 not entirely on 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 as you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew that someday I would find this spot, and come to visit you. - Walter Butler Palmer 1906