My younger brother Hank Davison turned me on to this. He has created virtual cemeteries of our families, linked child to parent all the way back to the 17th century immigrants and earlier forebears. Compared to him I am a piker or dabbler. I create memorials for classmates, shipmates, and squadron mates when I find one is needed and I have the information.
Our families on which Hank is working diligently are Davison (our father), Monges (our mother) and through them Risley, Grant, Fales, Mason, and Martin. My wife's line is Bradfield, Crim, and Abel or Abell. My first wife who died in 1956 was Holmes and Cheesborough (NC), Brock (MD and Maine); our then infant daughter married a van Noppen of NC but died young herself, and I am interested in them for her daughters.
My own principal efforts are virtual cemeteries for my Naval Academy company and 1953 classmates, shipmates from USS Waldron and Epping Forest, and squadron mates from VAW-12. I also have done one for my father's USNA 1929 classmates and comrades from early Naval Aviation in VF-1 Top Hats, in which he served after his "winging" at Pensacola.
My involvement in FaG gives me a sense of continuing to be useful since my world is confined to my computer at my kitchen table since I became hemiplegic and wheelchair bound by a stroke in 2008, which precludes my becoming a photo volunteer.
In the course of my browsing I have learned that some of my ancestors are in good company; My thrice great-grandfather Monges is in Christ Church Burial Ground in Philadelphia a few yards from Benjamin Franklin.
Although I have only created 350 memorials and manage fewer than 30 others, I have assembled a great many more, both of my own family and Naval Academy classmates, squadron- and shipmates, and those of my father's class, squadrons, and ships, into virtual cemeteries. My classmates and their families have received my efforts with appreciation. Over half of the Annapolis class of 1953 is gone by now, as more are dying of natural causes rather than in training or combat as they did during the first two decades after graduation and commissioning. I remember my father's grim expression the day he returned from a classmate's funeral and commented that it was probably the last time that they could muster a full set of active pallbearers, and it was indeed, as there were not enough for the next, which was his class secretary who called me frequently to ask how Dad was doing. The large number of memorials for which I am responsible and the high cost of my 24 hour medical care makes it prohibitively expensive for me to sponsor them all, Although I do chip in on some family and classmates, especially my daughter and her mother.
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