I have been interested in researching my family history since about 1995. I am researching:
(my mothers side): Hoopingarner, Leclercq, Cornwell/Cornell, McFarland, Williams, Purcell, Jones, Davenport, Manning, Chastain, Barnett, Smith, Van Hook, Strawn, Van Woggelum, Parent, Yorke, Hays, Vendeur, and Curry
(My father's side): Morris, Orman, Furry, Baker, Kirby, Staley, Comer, Barbee, Allen, Houghton, Scarlett, Bowater, Corbett, Cagle, Shonk, Frantz, Everett, Long, Stansbury, Lawrence, Bays, Nevil, Spicklemeyer, Brown, Bryant, Brammer, Seay, Walden, Brooks, and Styles
(my husband's family): Myers, Jones, Cox, Kent, Passmore, Lamb, Petitt, Hansborough, Jewell, Paige, Scudder, Moore, Bean, Curtis, Hotham, Hamilton, Milner, Smith, Whitman, McLaughlin, Fulloon, Schurtz, Rogers, Cheshire, Rolls, Dove, Fletcher, Tye, Vaughan, Loving, Lomax, Reed, Wheeler, Taylor, Deering, Coffman, Miles, Wizer, Lany, Walton, Wood, Yocum, Hilyer, Reffett, Kent, Passmore, Bowden, Goshom, Stonebraker, Busel, Lamb, Davis, Barushak, and Sulava
Please contact me if we have a connection or if there is a correction that needs to be made. When adding photos and/or creating memorials I research the person so I may be able to link them to family and be as accurate as possible. Please realize that we are all human and mistakes are made. So please let me know if there is something I should add/change.
Also, I believe that family should be with family, if possible. I have no problem with transferring out of Find a Grave guidelines to family. Please, just simply send me a request and let me know your relation.
Feel free to use any photos I have taken for your own personal genealogy research. It would be nice if you would credit me with the photo.
A few poems that I enjoy:
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled 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
So many 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.
STRANGERS IN THE BOX
By: Pamela A Harazim
Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, and serene.
I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories,
Are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like,
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken time,
To tell, who, what, where, and when,
These faces of my heritage,
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate,
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories,
Someday to be passed away?
Take time to save your stories,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours,
Could be strangers in the box.