I was born at Faulkton and raised in the village of Wecota, both in Faulk County, SD. I have lived in Minneapolis, MN for some time. My parents are now both gone, so I don't know when I will return to SD.
I am particularly pleased to have added to this database three small abandoned territorial-era cemeteries in Faulk County: the Myron Congregational cemetery, Sod Church (a/k/a Myron Baptist) cemetery and the Burkmere/Harrington cemetery.
The Millard cemetery is another one that dates from Faulk Co. pioneer days that I have surveyed and added, with my research buddy Dennise Harmon.
Anyone has permission to copy my photographs only for non-commercial purposes, with attribution, in a manner and context that is not offensive. This permission includes adding my photos to other record entries or locations. But please ask first.
Especially if you are a relative I do not yet know!
One of my pet peeves is when I provide updates and the creator of the Find A Grave memorial turns over the management to me without adding the info or me asking to manage it. I am finally realizing I need to save the info I send- most times in the past I have not.
To get anything added to a page, please use the EDIT tab on the upper right corner and then the top line that says "suggest . ." Also use this method to contact me regarding incorrect information, adding additional information, linking married couples and their children etc. The linking tool is built into the edit tab now, so please use it.
I'm a photo rescuer; I often find old photos- and the occasional Bible- at thrift stores for a dollar or two with information written on the back of them. I try to find a family researcher to give the photo to and I will look for their Findagrave site to add the picture there.
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
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.
~ Walter Butler Palmer (1906)
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