Not Forgotten

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I consider my "roots" from East Tennessee and Bell County, KY. Many of my direct line moved to Monroe, MI as early as 1923 and that is where our line also starts to include the State of Michigan. As the internet/web became available, it became a boom for genealogists. I took it upon myself to do as much as possible to preserve our families past, that they will be remembered. Miller/Cox/Brogan/Parks.
I started in the 90s to visit with those in our line and to gather as many of our old family photos and stories as possible ; before those who could share them were gone. So much is lost forever without these personal accounts and photos. I chose Find-a-grave first because it was free to all, which made it most accessible.

Please post any photos, obituaries, biographical sketches, first hand accounts, or stories. I would love to add them.

It makes me a little sad to realize that most of my immediate line will have little ties with the areas of my childhood of TN and Monroe, MI, but those ties are preserved here. My favorite places are Cosby and Gatlinburg.

A life lost young is tragic. I also love this quote from a man of Ninety-one "the hardest part of living to an old age is that most of your friends and relatives are not there to share it with you."

WE ARE THE CHOSEN
[Author: Della M. Cumming ca 1943.]

My feelings are in each family we are 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.
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.

THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN
Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where other cried
For those whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds -
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record that will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.

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