My husband is from Glenwood/Hot Springs, Arkansas and has relatives and friends from that town and the surrounding area. And that is the reason why I make memorials for people from that area: he knew them.... he was related to them...
My husband's parents: Ray Otis Long and Kathryn DL Small Long
My husband's biological father, Charles D. Weatherford
If you want to trace my line of Capps, you could start with my dad Bobby Wayne Capps and follow the family links back in time. My mother Norma Lee Crowder Capps has now joined my father, on my brother and my birthday Oct 10 2018.
I don't understand why people create a memorial and only enter the death year even though the birth date is available. And half the time, the little they have entered is incorrect. But I guess when you create close to 2k memorials per week, having a lengthy bio or correct info doesn't matter.
My goal for this site is to not only to research my family tree and add as much info that can be found, but to also add "modern day" relatives and friends when they pass. I am NOT here for the 'numbers,' I have no aspirations of one day having 50-200K memorials. I am here to find as much info of a person's life that is what is in the "dash" of a person's birth/death dates. And if the "dash" of a person's life doesn't make sense, scroll down a bit on my profile page and read the poem called "The Dash" and it will become more clear.
Names I research (just to name a few):
CAPPS, CROWDER, BULLINGTON, COMSTOCK, WOLF, VAN HORN/VanHorn,
ACUFF, ADAMS, ALEXANDER, ANDERSON, ARMSTRONG, ARNALL, ATKINS/ADKINS, AUGUSTINE, BAKER, BLALOCK/BLAYLOCK/BLALACK/BLAYLACK, BOWMAN, BURTRUM, CALL, CAMERER, CASEY, CHILDERS, CHILDRESS, CROSSLEY, DAVIS, DILLARD, DOOLEY, EAST, ELLIS, FARLEY, FEATHERSTON, GARNER, GIBBONS, GOSSETT, HAMPTON, HENSON, HILL, HOUSER, JOHN, JOHNSON, KELLOGG, LAGERS, LANDRETH, LAMBERT, LEWIS, LONG, LYSTER, MALAN, MARRS, McDANIEL, McDERMOTT, McKELVEY, MOORE, MOULDER/MOLER, NIPPS, PARKS, PENNEL/PENELL/PENNELL, O'NEAL, PATTERSON, SHULL, SMALL, SMYTH, WEATHERFORD, WEBB, WILSON, WHITE, WYLIE, YOCUM...
The Dash by Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak at a funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning…to the end.
He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears
but said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time they spent alive on earth
and now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own, the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we lived and loved and how we spend our dash.
So, think about this long and hard; are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left that still can be rearranged.
To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile…
remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read, with your life's actions to rehash,
would you be proud of the things they say about how you lived your dash?
THE CENSUS TAKER
It was the first day of census, and all through the land;
The pollster was ready ... a black book in hand.
He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride;
His book and some quills were tucked close by his side.
A long winding ride down a road barely there;
Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting, up through the air.
The woman was tired, with lines on her face;
And wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place.
She gave him some water ... as they sat at the table;
And she answered his questions ... the best she was able.
He asked of her children ... Yes, she had quite a few;
The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two.
She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red;
his sister, she whispered, was napping in bed.
She noted each person who lived there with pride;
And she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside.
He noted the sex, the color, the age ...
The marks from the quill soon filled up the page.
At the number of children, she nodded her head;
And saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead.
The places of birth she "never forgot";
Was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon ... or not?
They came from Scotland, of that she was clear;
But she wasn't quite sure just how long they'd been here.
They spoke of employment, of schooling and such;
They could read some ... and write some ...though really not much.
When the questions were answered, his job there was done;
So he mounted his horse and he rode toward the sun.
We can almost imagine his voice loud and clear;
"May God bless you all for another ten years."
Now picture a time warp ... its' now you and me;
As we search for the people on our family tree.
We squint at the census and scroll down so slow;
As we search for that entry from long , long ago.
Could they only imagine on that long ago day;
That the entries they made would effect us this way?
If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel;
And the searching that makes them so increasingly real.
We can hear if we listen the words they impart;
Through their blood in our veins and their voice in our heart.
Ancestors, family, neighbors, friends, hair clients (yes, I used to do hair for a living)... everyone deserves a memorial...
I have been working on my family tree since June of 1992; it's a never ending hobby that's for sure. I'm thankful that my father's parents didn't really throw anything away. It not only helped me have furniture in my house when I first moved out on my own, but I've also managed to gather quite a bit of ancestory information from the old letters I've found. I am recently married (Feb 4 2006) to a great guy from the state of Arkansas. I tease him, saying that I had to find a husband over 250 miles from my home town so that I wouldn't be marrying a cousin. But as it turns out, I have his last name in my family tree too: Long. We are all related though, through Adam & Eve =)
My maternal grandmother's first cousin, Charles Lee "Charlie" Houser was one of 6 officers killed on January 2, 1932 which was the most officers slain in one event in the USA until "9/11" occurred.
Feel free to leave pictures or flowers on any of my memorials. But whatever you do, DON'T leave RED flowers on my Aunt Margie's memorial! She hated red
My friend that I worked with at Fantastic Sam's in Joplin, Missouri: Christopher L. "Rocky"
I found a neat tool that helps to determine the exact or close birthdate: https://www.timeanddate.com/date/dateadded.html?m1=7&d1=12&y1=1884&type=sub&ay=18&am=2&aw=&ad=7&rec=
When a memorial is transferred to you, you recieve an email stating that fact. I wish that they would also send an email stating that a particular memorial was TAKEN from you. It's very frustrating....
I have to say that the number of people who never go to the forums that I only communicate with either by messages on my profile, or in emails, are incredibly nicer than the ones who seem to only hang out at the forums.
I think when a memorial is taken from you, for whatever reason, you should receive an email stating that it was taken from you with their reason of why. I do a lot of research for my memorials and it's disheartening for it to be taken away without any explanation.
Before I create any memorial, I first do a search for that person. If a memorial doesn't show up, I will create a memorial. IF I discover AFTER I've created mine that there was one already, I delete mine. I am not in the habit of creating duplicates. Sometimes a memorial that is noted as "cremated" won't always show up when a person does a search. I don't know why, it's just how it is.
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