My ancestors are almost all from the lower Georgia and South Carolina areas and came here in the 1700s or earlier. I love learning more about them and end up dragging my poor kids to cemeteries to look up tombstones.
I mainly have my own relatives' pages (my cousin passed down some to me as well), but I try to add graves for strangers too when I find them. If they aren't my relative or you are more closely related than me, I would be glad to transfer their page to you.
UNFORTUNATE FINDAGRAVE BULLIES....
If someone who very politely asks to update an ancestor's page that has been prior to the request left virtually blank or politely points out a duplicate causes you to make false accusations against the original page maker and that person through numerous bullying tirades.... please go outside and get some fresh air and take a break....maybe some wine or Xanax?
I found this poem on Sherry Leverett's page and since I have spent the last few years desperately trying to connect with older relatives and scan their photos and negatives, it resonated with me. My aunts and I sit around a table trying to figure out who the cute kids are from 1910 and other mysteries.
Strangers in the Box
By Pamela A. Harazim
Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, serene.
I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like.
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where, when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed away?
Make time to save your pictures,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.