The creator of this account, my father Bruce Maddox Stewart, sadly passed away on 8 January 2014 at home in Surprise, Arizona. He now has his own memorial at #178956095.
Hello, I'm his eldest daughter, Joan Stewart Smith, who continues the family research that he so loved. I now maintain all the findagrave memorials that were in his care on my account at #48837098 – and am continually adding others.
If you'd like a digital copy of the book he wrote, "STEWART: HEATHER LOST," an in-depth family history about our direct Stewart line from Scotland, please contact me. The book is out of print, but I am still happy to share it digitally.
My 4G grandparents Robert and Jane (née Wilson) Stewart emigrated from Foss, Perthshire, Scotland to Johnstown, New York in 1786. Their 12 children were Alexander, Catherine, John Robert, James (my 3G grandfather), Charles, Christian, Jane, Robert, Joseph, Daniel, William and David.
Please don't hesitate to contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org or #48837098. I would be very happy to hear from you.
Bruce Stewart originally wrote here:
"I was born about 1/2 mile from the Stewart-Parker Cemetery, aka South Hebron Cemetery. Most of my family are buried there. I will not be as I am donating my body to be used for whatever it may be needed for."
[Note from daughter Joan: We buried the remaining ashes of my father in South Hebron Cemetery, after he donated his body to science. He now has his own marker in this cemetery he so loved, down the road from his childhood farm.]
Bruce Stewart continues: "I have been researching my family for over 30 years. Traveling in a Motor Home to do so. I have been to Scotland and found the family farm location there. I hope to complete the Stewart Cemetery online in the next year or so."
A poem to lighten the Genealogists work day.
Heredity, A Genealogy Poem
I saw a duck the other day,
It had the feet of my Aunt Faye.
Then it walked, was heading South,
It waddled like my Uncle Ralph.
And when it turned, I must propose,
Its bill was formed like Aunt Jane's nose.
I thought, "Oh, no! It's just my luck,
Someday I'll look just like a duck."
I sobbed to Mom about my fears,
And she said, "Honey, dry your tears.
You look like me, so walk with pride,
Those folks are all from Daddy's side."