MrღB

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We are the chosen. My feelings are in each family there is one who seems 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. To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers 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. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors you have a wonderful family you would be proud of us?
How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.
It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.
It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family.
It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers.
That, is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.

(Unknown Author)

ღ Please visit my ღ Mother's Memorial,ღ Thank You! ღ
delores-marlene-birely

ღ my ღ Mother in Law's Memorial,ღ
ethel-mae-muller

A Sweet ღ Beautiful ღ Angel taken to Soonღ
nicole-magdelyn-larson

ღ My Cousin, who thought she was My ღ Mom, the original Cat ღ Ladyღ
catherine-anna-wells

ღ My Sister in Law ღ
diana-lynn-hohstadt-smith

ღ My Sister in Law ღ
becky-kay-houska

Papa O ღ Joseph Valery Orgill ღ
joseph-valery-orgill

To Live in the Hearts ღ
of Those We Love ღ
Is To Never Dieღ


It matters not at what hour
the righteous fall asleep,
Death Cannot come untimely
to him who is fit to die.
for they be alive in Christ

Servants of God, well done!
Rest from your lovied employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter your Master's joy.

The Voice at midnight came;
You started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced your frame,
When none, but God was near.

Your spirits, with a bound,
Left their incumbering clay,
Your tents, at sunrise, on the ground,
A mangled ruin lay.

The pains of death are o'er.
Labors and sorrowing cease;
And life's short warfare is no more,
Your souls now rest in Peace.
Rev. J. H.




Please DO NOT leave edit requests in messages!
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I do not do alot of Photo Requests, most that I fulfill have been coincidental to having walked these cemeteries and photographed
entire cemeteries or sections of them, if you are searching for someone in the cemeteries in Northwestern Illinois, Eastern Iowa, Indianapolis
and surrounding counties, I may have the files in my computers, at this point I have over 400K files to add to Find A Grave. leave me a message if you think I may help you find Kin.

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MrღB
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By Unknown Author
We are the chosen. My feelings are in each family there is one who seems 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. To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers 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. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors you have a wonderful family you would be proud of us?
How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.
It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.
It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family.
It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers.
That, is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.

(Unknown Author)

ღ Please visit my ღ Mother's Memorial,ღ Thank You! ღ
delores-marlene-birely

ღ my ღ Mother in Law's Memorial,ღ
ethel-mae-muller

A Sweet ღ Beautiful ღ Angel taken to Soonღ
nicole-magdelyn-larson

ღ My Cousin, who thought she was My ღ Mom, the original Cat ღ Ladyღ
catherine-anna-wells

ღ My Sister in Law ღ
diana-lynn-hohstadt-smith

ღ My Sister in Law ღ
becky-kay-houska

Papa O ღ Joseph Valery Orgill ღ
joseph-valery-orgill

To Live in the Hearts ღ
of Those We Love ღ
Is To Never Dieღ


It matters not at what hour
the righteous fall asleep,
Death Cannot come untimely
to him who is fit to die.
for they be alive in Christ

Servants of God, well done!
Rest from your lovied employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter your Master's joy.

The Voice at midnight came;
You started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced your frame,
When none, but God was near.

Your spirits, with a bound,
Left their incumbering clay,
Your tents, at sunrise, on the ground,
A mangled ruin lay.

The pains of death are o'er.
Labors and sorrowing cease;
And life's short warfare is no more,
Your souls now rest in Peace.
Rev. J. H.




Please DO NOT leave edit requests in messages!
they will be deleted and ignored!
that is what the Edit Tab was created for.!


I do not do alot of Photo Requests, most that I fulfill have been coincidental to having walked these cemeteries and photographed
entire cemeteries or sections of them, if you are searching for someone in the cemeteries in Northwestern Illinois, Eastern Iowa, Indianapolis
and surrounding counties, I may have the files in my computers, at this point I have over 400K files to add to Find A Grave. leave me a message if you think I may help you find Kin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

MrღB
★Leave Public Message★

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