DNealeDE

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Currently fighting a battle with cancer. Please be patient. 11/28/2017.

When my mother passed away, my sister and I inherited her geneology binders. She had been researching geneology most of her life.

I am trying to continue her work and this web site has been a tremendous help. (Thank you Kim for telling me about it).

If you would like to use one of the photos I have taken, please just ask. It is, after all, why we do it. Asking and a thank you makes the days walking through cemeteries and sitting at the computer worthwhile.

I will be glad to transfer any memorial that belongs to your family.

All readable monuments in the following cemeteries have been photographed:

Mount Olivet United Methodist Church Cemetery, Warwick, MD, 05/13

Old Drawyers Church Cemetery
Odessa, DE, 08/13

Old Saint Anne's Church Cemetery
Middletown, DE 05/12

Elmwood Cemetery
Shepherdstown, WV (in progress)

Wilmington & Brandywine Cemetery
Wilmington, DE 06/2014

Silverbrook Cemetery
Wilmington, DE (in progress)

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The Story Tellers

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 story tellers.
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. [Author Unknown]

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